This story isn't a joke -- in 1944, a 15 year-old boy lost his wallet and got it returned to him in 2016 at age 85:
![[Image: Comedy-club-owner-returns-wallet-missing-since-1944.jpg]](http://cdnph.upi.com/sv/b/i/UPI-5001456251834/2016/1/14562534744018/Comedy-club-owner-returns-wallet-missing-since-1944.jpg)
That is one spry looking octogenarian
Seriously though, what a day that had to be for Clare. The world has definitely changed since the '40's. Handwritten identification cards with people listing their phone number as "8." Plastic wallets, teenagers in comedy clubs and guys actually keeping black and white photos of family with them everywhere. If he had a five spot in his wallet he could have taken him and his girl out to dinner back then, now five bucks couldn't even get him a happy meal for his granddaughter. . .
As an aside, I had a somewhat similar find a few summers ago. My dad and I were moving some furniture at a relatives house. We had to move this massive oak desk -- a real thick bugger that weighed like it was made of solid stone. We had it moved to the corner of basement when I decided to rifle through the drawers. I found a repository of receipts in the top drawer -- a whole bunch of paper-thin strips neatly folded together. They were all from the 1910's, over a century old. The paper was slightly yellowed and the ink a little faded, but it was still very much legible. Apparently whomever owned the desk ran some sort of embroidery service and kept detailed receipts of all the transactions. Another time, indeed.
Anyways, ya'll ever find something of yours from a long time ago that you had forgotten? Other thoughts?
![[Image: Comedy-club-owner-returns-wallet-missing-since-1944.jpg]](http://cdnph.upi.com/sv/b/i/UPI-5001456251834/2016/1/14562534744018/Comedy-club-owner-returns-wallet-missing-since-1944.jpg)
Quote:Quote:
NEVADA , Iowa, Feb. 23 (UPI) -- The owner of an Iowa comedy club managed to reunite a 71-year-old wallet with its owner after it was found stuck in the club's rafters.
Larry Sloan, owner of the Talent Factory Theater in Nevada, discovered the wallet while making renovations to the theater which was built in 1928.
"It was plastic, so the first thing that came to my mind is this must be a child's wallet," Sloan told KCCI. "I had no idea how old it would be."
The wallet contained several worn out photos as well as a pocket calendar dated 1944 and one clue that gave Sloan some insight into the owner's identity.
"I was really shocked to find a hand-written ID card. It indicated the owner was Clare McIntosh of Colo. In case of emergency, to contact Mrs. R.E. McIntosh of Colo," he told the Ames Tribune. "And his telephone number was 8. I get a kick out of that every time I say it."
Sloan, used his skills as a former investigator to track down McIntosh in order to return the wallet that had been missing since McIntosh was 15.
McIntosh, 85, initially thought the call was a joke, but eventually met up with Sloan and confirmed that the wallet was indeed his.
"Clare said, 'I haven't lost my wallet,'" Sloan said. "But when I asked him if he had lost one long ago, he asked me if the one I found was plastic. A plastic wallet was a very special thing at that time."
That is one spry looking octogenarian
![[Image: lol.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/new/lol.gif)
Seriously though, what a day that had to be for Clare. The world has definitely changed since the '40's. Handwritten identification cards with people listing their phone number as "8." Plastic wallets, teenagers in comedy clubs and guys actually keeping black and white photos of family with them everywhere. If he had a five spot in his wallet he could have taken him and his girl out to dinner back then, now five bucks couldn't even get him a happy meal for his granddaughter. . .
As an aside, I had a somewhat similar find a few summers ago. My dad and I were moving some furniture at a relatives house. We had to move this massive oak desk -- a real thick bugger that weighed like it was made of solid stone. We had it moved to the corner of basement when I decided to rifle through the drawers. I found a repository of receipts in the top drawer -- a whole bunch of paper-thin strips neatly folded together. They were all from the 1910's, over a century old. The paper was slightly yellowed and the ink a little faded, but it was still very much legible. Apparently whomever owned the desk ran some sort of embroidery service and kept detailed receipts of all the transactions. Another time, indeed.
Anyways, ya'll ever find something of yours from a long time ago that you had forgotten? Other thoughts?