Article. Construction workers dug up $10 million worth of gold bullion and coins while digging up a former brewery building in East Flanders, Belgium. I’m happy to find a quarter in my pants pocket.
Of course I put it there. I’m waiting by the phone for when they call and ask where I want it delivered. Those delivery persons gonna get a nice surprise when they get it here. A nice cold bottle of water
I’m happy with someone else finds a quarter in my pants pocket. 
Coins in pants pockets? What a quaint idea.
I’m gonna guess that the charity that owns the house did not put the gold behind a brick wall. And probably every previous owner (or their heirs) is going to claim that they put the gold there.
But if nobody can prove ownership, does it belong to the charity?
Now we know where the Nazi mystery gold train wound up.
Oh! That’s a coin?
Umm…sorry.
I tried to zoom into the photo from the article to see the stamps on the gold bars, which might help to date them, but that didn’t work.
The serial numbers are clearly marked on the gold bars, and it looks like the manufacturer’s stamp. Can some sort of backtrack tracing of transactions be done using that data?
I’m gonna have to on Finding your Roots and prove I’m directly descended from the Van Assche family.
They just forgot about me awhile. I’m here, I’m here. Really it’s me…!
Maybe it’s from the Lost Dutchman Mine! Or Flemish Mine, in this case.
“Huge” is a relative term. At current gold prices $10 million is 155 pounds, which is just shy of the weight of 1 gallon of gold (160.9 lbs). In contrast, a $10 million mush stash would be much, much larger.
You have a point. Not a good one, but a point nonetheless.
About $80,000 in World War II which seems like a good time for someone to bury gold and die before retrieving it.
A gallon of gold bullion strikes me as a very large quantity of gold.
At what point does a stash become a cache?
When it has some cachet.
I was having some computer problems and ChatGPT suggested that I should flush my cache. I tried to do that, but all the gold clogged up my toilet.
Back in the '60s Walt Disney Presents had a multi-part adaptation of Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Horse without a Head. One of the chapters (two?) was “The Key to the Cache,” which would be intoned by the announcer along with showing it on the screen.
I figured “cache” was Ye Olde English for “cash.”
I never saw that, weird, I saw almost all things Disney, was it any good? P.S- it was written by a French author Paul Berna., not RLS.