on this day in 1930….it was mom and he.
happy anniversary of the day of your birth Forrest Fenn!!!
In this chapter there is again mention of an iron- “…ironed my best shirt…”
And I see in the drawing on page 49 that he is careful not to step on a crack in the sidewalk.
FF writes. …I hope she knows I’m sorry.
Of course she does Forrest! Moms know everything!
My mom was special too, she came to me in a dream shortly after I took up this hobby of searching for FF ‘s treasure. Like most dreams, I don’t know where we were, but I was glad to see her because she passed away in 2012. I asked her to help me find it. She said come here, I’ll show you. We walked in a dream fog for about 50 feet and stopped. In front of us was a pedestal about 2 feet high and on it sat a box about 4 foot square. The box was larger than the pedestal and that seemed important, I just don’t know why. I said- mom that’s just a box. She said- no, look closer. So I got up close and the box was painted green all over. She said- it’s green ink writing on green paper, it’s there you just can’t see it.
Then I woke up.
Moms know everything.
On the pages preceding this chapter we get photos of twins….
The trend continues…
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