“The stones are already cut and manufactured — it’s a step above a mine,” he added.
The Grand Meadow Chert Mine is owned by the Archaeological Conservancy.
Maynard Green, long-time resident of Grand Meadow, recognized something special about the Chert Mine and convinced archaeologists and curators to take a look. D., where prehistoric people mined for the stone using the knowledge of their time, their hands and primitive tools, gaining new techniques through the years to make arrowheads, points, spears and scrapers.
Over six days, he says, he collected enough gold for two sales totaling 9 on 47th Street — where he first got the idea to mine the sidewalks after finding gold scraps on the floor of a diamond exchange.
“If it’s on the exchange floor, it’s got to be outside as well,” he said. Once I found one [piece], I thought there has to be many more.
It is not something that has suddenly happened; a new phenomenon has simply evolved over the last thirty years. Back then, I interviewed many people who, for whatever reason, found themselves alone in their 60s plus.
Mostly the men would come along and say that they wished to meet women prepared to relocate and live with them.
It was suggested also that of course they would be able to take some personal, effects but not too much furniture, because the house would already be fully furnished by the late or ex wife, so no need to change anything!
In a situation whereby for example, the man was a widower, you would inevitably see photos of the ‘once dearly beloved’ that under no circumstances could be removed, however perhaps (the widower would suggest) a photograph could be added to the collection.
A Queens man has discovered enough hidden treasure — bits of diamonds, rubies, platinum and gold — on the gritty sidewalks of Midtown’s Diamond District to make a living.
“The streets of 47th Street are literally paved with gold,” a giddy Raffi Stepanian, 43, of Whitestone told The Post last week when a reporter discovered him on all fours — armed with tweezers and a butter knife — digging through cracks in the sidewalk in a driving rainstorm.
A disaster for the victims, but a sensation for modern archaeology.