not gold... but...
I have ALWAYS collected stones and rocks and stuff. i used to keep my collections in boxes in the garage
Dad had a good mate Bert... both dad and Bert were merchant seamen so were 1 month on 1 month off. Bert had a opal mine up at Lighting Ridge. When Bert was off ship he would hobby mine in his little camp. Bert was a real gentleman all 6 foot 6 inches of him... and he was NOT a little man in girth either. Even then i wondered how he fitted down in a mine shaft. Bert was also a softie with a generous heart (unless you insulted his honor... but that's a totally different story about 4 guys in a pub, that should of had more manners and got what they deserved)
I really liked Bert he was like a uncle to me and he took a shine to me and my rock collecting. When ever he would visit dad he would flip me a piece of opal that he had dug... flashing greens, blues and reds.. Ligtning Ridge black opal in the rough... small un-cuttable stuff.. but BEAUTIFUL
except... for my birthday one year.. i was 11 or so, Bert gave me this piece that was the size of.... not quite a chickens egg... but not far off it. It had a thin base of obsidian black potch but the rest of it threw colours amazing! black-blues fleck of green and reds from every angle. It must of been 1cmx2cmx2cm-ish of solidified lightening! This thing was the COOLEST thing a budding rockhound could get! Bert was all smiles as he could see me beaming. And all that he said was "you look after that, don't loose it, that's a nice stone"
So i used to keep it, with all my BEST stones rocks and fossils in a old arnotts biscuit tin... in the garage. and there it stayed, safe as... houses? for years. I used to go in the garage often and take it out and look at it then carefully wrap it back up in a old sock then in a old pillow slip... until...
I came home one day and dad had decided to clean out the garage because we had a redback problem. Along with a bunch of real junk.. he picked up my rusty arnotts biscuit tin, without opening it to see what was in it (jasper's, banded agates, quartz crystals, some fossils and my opal "egg") loaded into my old billy cart (with a car number plate from California that some drunken mate of dads had souvineered for me on a trip stateside) and put the lot into the boot of the car. he loaded the cart so heavy he broke its back, so it went too... along with the number plate
When i got home from school on my bike, and i saw the clean concrete space where my worldly possessions had been. I lost it. Instantly burst into tears. The old man didn't understand what was going on but once he realized what he had done, straight back out to the tip. in the 6 hours since he had been there, the whole area had been turned over and compacted. The tin, the cart were gone. Never to be seen by us again.
People say opals are a bad-luck stone... but whoever found (or one day will find) that rusted through arnotts biscuit tin, would definitely disagree. I wish i knew who / if someone picked it up. it was an expensive stone. I hope some one loves it as much as i did
even now i am sitting here shaking my head in disbelief... but what do you do? its just a pretty rock right?
funny... dad made me promise to never mention it to Bert <giggling>
And i still have a 30kg bin of "tailings" that Bert gave me when he sold the mine... hopefully i wont loose them before i get to play with them... been 30 years safe so far!