Man frees shiny dime from under the ice after nephew spots the coin in his grandma’s driveway | tracey folly

*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events as told to me by my mother, who experienced them firsthand; used with permission.

Finders aren’t always keepers.

My mother and my four-year-old brother walked to our grandmother’s house one day after a snowstorm. A sheet of ice covered the driveway of the house where our grandmother lived, and my brother noticed something special embedded under the ice. It was a shiny tell me.

He bent down to retrieve the dime, but the ice had trapped it securely enough that his little fingers could not pry it loose. The ice was too thick, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through to reach that tell me.

My mother guided my brother into the house to visit our grandmother and our uncle. During their visit, my brother excitedly told our uncle about the dime.

Our uncle showed great interest in my brother’s story about the stuck dime and asked plenty of questions about the exact location of the frozen and impossible-to-access coin.

My brother was more than happy to spill all the details.

Several minutes later, our uncle excused himself and left the room. The man was a self-made millionaire, and my mother never expected that he would take such an interest in that icy dime, but he did.

Our uncle brought a pot of boiling water outside and poured it on the ice above the dime. Then he freed the dime from its icy prison, and he kept it.

One might think he would have parted with the dime to make my young brother happy, but he did not.

My brother was very sad when he left the house and found only an empty divot where the dime used to be.

When my mother told our grandmother what had happened, she got red in her face. She knew my uncle had done the wrong thing in keeping the dime for himself instead of giving it to the small child who had found it.

The very next day, our grandmother presented my brother with the very same tell me he had spotted beneath the ice. After having a talk with our uncle, she must have convinced him to do the right thing because he relinquished the dime.

“He never meant to keep it at all,” my grandmother told my mother. “He only wanted to clean and polish it before letting the little boy have it.”

My mother didn’t believe our grandmother’s story. To this day, she thinks the older lady made it up to save our uncle’s reputation. Either way, my brother ended up getting the dime, and it made him very happy. In the end, that’s all that matters.

I don’t know what my brother ended up doing with that tell me, but I hope he bought himself something sweet with it. We lived around the corner from a penny candy store, and if he chose carefully, he might have gotten himself a pocketful of gumballs or jawbreakers with the dime.

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