LaDonna Aring keeps the gold that she found in a locket. When doctors diagnosed his wife with brain cancer and gave her less than a year to live, she picked a tattoo for him, a hummingbird and a blue rose. Throughout their 17-year marriage, Joseph kept buying her blue roses, just because. That evening, Joseph arrived for the date with a blue rose hidden behind his back. Standing there, covered in oil, Joseph committed to meet again that night after he’d cleaned up. I want to see you at your worst, she said. He called the number, and a woman asked him to stop by after work-work that, as a machine operator, left him oily. There were two responses: one with a name but no number, and one with a number but no name.
But he wanted someone to fish with, so in 1994 he put an ad in his local Kansas paper, The Hutchinson News, seeking companionship. There will be no prospecting today, so Joseph settles into his tale.Īfter his first marriage ended in the 1990s, Joseph wasn’t sure how to date again.
That’s the reason he’s here, at 75, at the Loud Mine camp in Cleveland, Georgia, standing next to his RV as rain slaps the canopy of the pop-up tent over our heads and water pools beneath our boots. This is a good story for a rainy day, a long answer to a short question about how Joseph Younce got into life on the road, prospecting for gold.
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