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The Story of the Sad Canadian Girl & an Opal Bloke from Australia
This article sounds like its been written by a very close relative who hopes for a share in the will…haaa…but I really have never met Cindy before. Only through cyberspace. I try not to blow my bags too much, but the story just had to be told, and it’s a little positive indication to show how people who have never met before at different parts of our amazing world, can keep their word and show genuine interest and consideration for one another. Sure, it’s my standard policy to think of my customers interests before my own, but it was Cindy who showed the patience and understanding necessary to bring out the best in myself. And unless we all learn this lesson, and get rid of greed and hatred, I fear for the future of our planet. – Peter Brusaschi
I’m not much of a writer, but both Peter and I decided that we should get our experience down on paper… or at least on a computer screen! This is a true story about two people a world away, how they met and how refreshing it was to meet a truly good person. Now, since I’m not much of a writer (I think it’s worth mentioning twice) I’ll start from the beginning and hopefully not bore you too much along the way… Here goes…
My grandmother left me an opal when she passed away, back in 1986, I was 10 years old. It was so pretty and so sentimental to me that I decided to wear it only for special occasions; it was there for my graduation & again on my wedding day, four years later. Then I received an email, one of those forwarded ones that I usually skim through and then quickly delete. This one was different, I wish I still had it to share with you, but unfortunately my old computer died and took it to its grave. I felt like it was written just for me, a poem about enjoying the things you have while you still can.
Why tuck something so beautiful away, you’ll find that at some point in your life it’ll be too late to enjoy it. What a waste. So I decided that I needed to wear that pendant & show it off proudly. I wore it day in and day out, always aware of it. THEN… one day while camping (yep, I even wore it camping) I was sitting on the beach with my mom and we got to talking about it. When I held it up to look at it, it looked odd… Something was definitely wrong, and my heart immediately dropped . It was ruined! One side of it had turned cloudy, where the other part remained the vibrant blue that I loved so much. I was devastated!
When we got back from our trip I immediately started looking for someone to repair my opal.
In the course of a couple of weeks, I visited 6 or 7 jewellery stores where each time I was told that it wasn’t something they were familiar with fixing, or that it wasn’t something that could be fixed. Then I found an opal jeweller. I thought “There! I’m sure THEY can do something for me!” Gemport. The name is burned into my mind. So I took the kids to Gemport with me. I went in with so much hope you could practically see it seeping from my skin! There was my would-be savior behind a glass counter talking on the phone. He saw me… And he continued talking on the phone. And talking… And talking… And talking! Finally he gets off and asks what he can do for me. Here’s pretty much how it went:
“Can you tell me if you can repair my opal?”
With a quick glance, “It’s delaminated.”
“What does that mean? It was my grandmother’s pendant, so if there’s anything you can do… ”
“It means that someone didn’t take very good care of it”
“Is there anything at all that can be done?!”
“You can buy a new opal.”
“Buy a new opal?!”
“Yep. Can’t fix it.”
I was in tears and he saw that, yet offered me not a glimmer of hope. As a matter of fact, he was downright rude & completely unsympathetic. I tried to compose myself as I turned my back and swiftly left without another word. I managed to get the kids into the car & I sat in the front seat for what must have been a full 5 minutes before I felt that I could drive the ½ hour home again. The kids, who are usually either laughing or arguing with one another, were unusually silent – I guess they can sense when mom needs some time.
Delaminated. Is that what he said? Yes. That’s it. I’ll google it! I googled it and up pops the website: http://www.Opalmine.com . What pretty opals! What the heck, I’ll email and see if they can offer me that glimmer of hope that “Gemport jerk” (as I have since dubbed him) ripped away from me. “Hi there, I hope you can help me…. “ I started my email. I tried my best to describe what the opal looked like and how I was told that it had become delaminated. I wasn’t really expecting to hear back, but it was worth a try, right? Surprisingly, and quite quickly, I received a response. “Yes it sounds like it has become delaminated, but it might be possible to fix it….” WHAT?! REALLY?! There was my glimmer of hope!!! Some guy named Peter – a million miles away – offered whatever help he could. And with that, the journey of my grandmother’s opal began.
First, to get it there. It was a risk, it was so far away & I really didn’t know this guy, Peter, but heck… what else could I do? He even offered to find or make a similar one, if it couldn’t be fixed, and no charge for trying to fix it. Wow. This guy can’t be all that bad. Ok, it was a risk I was willing to take.
Off to the post office. FORTY DOLLARS? Holy cow! $40 to send a tiny package… by SURFACE mail?! Or $60 to send it airmail?! Now, was it really worth the risk? Yes, I decided. Yes it was. So it might cost a bit… it’ll be worth it, if it works. If it doesn’t work, well at least I knew that I did everything I could. Surface mail, it is! (with insurance, of course!)
TWO MONTHS LATER. Yes, two months. I was getting worried, but I guess that’s what I get for sending it surface mail! I got an email from Peter. He had received the opal and he was able to fix it… and since it was such a simple fix, he wasn’t charging me anything but the cost to send it back to Canada. WOW! What a guy! My opal was fixed… And at no charge!!
So, going against my previous beliefs, I decided that the opal would be put back into my jewellery box and will only see the light of day on special occasions. At least I enjoyed it for those few years. Now I need another one! And who better to get it from then from Peter? I ordered one, a beautiful one, from the website. He would include it in the package with my grandmother’s opal.
Wow! My opal was coming home!
And then comes the email… “I forgot to put the pendant in the package” Huh?! Darn it! He forgot to include it with my order! Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait until it shows up in a separate package. A little more patience is all.
Then comes another email some days later…
“Bad news Cindy, I can’t find your opal” OMG. Oh My God! This can’t be happening! After all that we’ve been through with the silly thing, it comes up missing. We were on holidays in the Rockie Mountains when I read the email & I decided that I would have to try and forget about it for a few more days – it was NOT going to ruin my winter holiday! I wrote back “Please, please, please, Peter – don’t give up looking for it!” And then I received another email mentioning how he’s not going to give up looking, how sick it had made him feel , how he just can’t figure out how it went missing, and that he feels just awful… and I thought to myself that this little opal shouldn’t be causing this much trouble. I felt just as responsible as he did! So – forget about it – there’s nothing I can do, and not much else he can do. Some things are just so. If there’s nothing you can do about then there’s nothing you can do about it. Of course, I was very sad to lose it, but I guess these things happen. I took a risk; I sent it not knowing if it would come back again anyway. So I did know that it was a possibility, I just didn’t know that it would happen this way. Truthfully, I felt terrible that Peter felt terrible… and I’m sure it was vice versa as well.
I believe that things happen for a reason. There has got to be a reason for all of this. I believed it when my car was broken into just before Christmas in ‘07 – that if I had just turned around to see what those guys were up to… that it could have been so much worse. I chose to believe two things that day. One: That it’s a good thing I left my purse in the car – otherwise they may have went after me & not just my car window (and I had my 4 year old holding my hand) and Two: They must have needed the money much more than I did. They obviously have a sad life. It simply reminded me of my full life. I also believed that things happen for a reason when I was diagnosed with Epilepsy in ’06. I lost my driver’s licence for 9 long months – perhaps I avoided a terrible accident! Or maybe that it was for my mom. After dad passed away in ’05 she didn’t have a lot of purpose in her life (at least she didn’t think so) She stayed with me each and every day for months on end. Kyler was only 3 years old & I was terrified that I would have seizure and he wouldn’t know what was going on – he would be so scared! And, yes, I even think that dad passed away for a reason. God forbid, if my mom had gone first, there’s a strong possibility that dad would have drank himself into his own grave.
So, maybe losing the pendant happened for a reason? Maybe I was losing my faith in mankind. Maybe I needed to find out that there is still good people out there! Maybe I needed to make a new friend Maybe, just maybe, Peter needed the same thing.
At one point, Peter had mentioned that I was so understanding and nice to deal with. Well, you know, it’s much easier to be understanding when you’re dealing with a nice person, as well. Truthfully, I think I would have been much, much more upset if I was dealing with someone that didn’t care.
In the meantime, I received my BEAUTIFUL new pendant, which helped even more to take the sting out of losing the other one. I love it. Correction: I LOVE it. The first words out of my 5 year old son’s mouth was “Oh mom, it’s beeeeeautiful!” Not only did the pendant come with 2 chains, but also with a nice set of earrings. This was done before he knew that the pendant had gone missing. Not only is he a good person, he is generous as well.
A couple of months later I received a package in the mail from Peter. In it was a pendant that looked just like my grandmothers… Peter had made me a stunning replica! He had gone through so much trouble for little me. I put the pendant on the white gold chain that my original pendant was on, and I felt better.
And then… another email.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Guess what????????”
And he left me hanging there! I emailed back… “hehe! What?!”
“I found your original opal!”
YAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!! He found it!!!
Talk about bad timing, after he had gone through all that trouble! But he had found it nonetheless… My opal was finally coming home. Just a few more weeks to cross the world over! More patience? Sure, I got plenty! And to top it all off, I purchased a pair of earrings… that would be the cherry on top!
Seven & a half months after the pendant left Canada, it came back again. And it looked just as beautiful as ever. What an enormous weight had been lifted! And the earrings he picked out for me were just perfect. I’m wearing them now I can’t thank Peter enough. I cost him plenty of time & money, and not once did he complain to me. He was nothing but kind. He certainly didn’t have to go through all that he did.
This little pendant has quite the story now. From Spain, where my grandmother purchased it, to Holland where she lived, to Canada where I live, to Australia, and back to Canada again… and countless other places in between. If only it could speak!
Over the course of 7 & ½ months we kept in touch & learned about each other’s lives. We even shared family pictures. It’s obvious to me that he leads a good life, filled with lots of love & surrounded with good people. I’m glad that I became a tiny part of that.
Thank you, Peter, for all that you have done for me. You have restored my grandmother’s opal to new again… and perhaps just as important, you have restored my faith in humanity!
Cindy, this is Peter Brusaschi from http://www.opalmine.com just looking at your story again. It’s sure worth a read if you want to reestablish your faith in the human race which certainly wears a bit thin at times . just to mention that we are in the process of creating a new opalmine site which will link in better with this forum and will work much better than the old one. after nearly 12 years online, we needed an upgrade. anyway, just to say hello and wish you the best for the coming new year. Hope your family is well.
Yes Cindy …… I also be live that everything happens for a reason and the fact that your faith was restored is just amazing.
I have known Peter for such a short time but already he has made a impact on my heart, and I now that he would do anything for the other person as he did you.
Cindy all of the blog thought here that you have left for everyone to enjoy is very good reading material, after all that is what other people want to read about ( the truth …….. not HYPE and PROMISE’s.
Take a look in the ‘hobby’ section for an update on some stuff i will be doing soon for opal enthusiasts who want to learn how to build an opal cutting machine. peter
PS. sorry i haven’t got around to doing this. too many things going on. will keep you posted.
My my my, what can I say about this father of mine! What a character!!! Well, I could be cheeky, but he’s actually the most honest, interesting and encouraging bloke I’ve ever met. Love ya dad!!!
Needy xxx
haaa. listen everyone. i paid her big money to say this so you better support http://www.opalmine.com before i go broke. zak bruzak from way outbak [neet's dad]
A bit more about this. I’m talking to my two daughters and my dynamic ’sun’ in law.
Hey you two down south of Sydney. When are we heading for Lightning Ridge again?. Graham you had better do your mining course so you can go underground. Schwarzenegger the 6 foot 6 German has already started mining and we are getting big slabs of magpie potch in amongst the mullock which is a good sign that precious opal will follow. Wishful thinking i know but its exciting.
Coober Pedy is not producing crystal opal like it used to so, if we can find some out there we have a big market. The next door claims pulled out around one million dollars each. haaa, well we will see. but i need a big tall muscular bloke to do the diggin while this old bloke sits back and enjoys a beer. Where are the “smilies” here?…i need one right now.. Peter [dad]
Well I only have a week but I maybe the tall muscular guy that is crazy about opals that you are looking for. I will be around for about a week in february. I am visiting from The US and would really like to go hunting for Opals there. I have already found some great ones in Nevada. Or just any info would be great.
I have an opal necklace from 1955 which I would like reset and made into a bracelet and ring. Is this possible or are opals too soft and delicate to have this done.
Well, there’s been a few more developments in our mining venture. This is an old mine that was abandoned maybe 20 years ago. Probably because the ground was too hard to negotiate. We’ve busted in to the old diggings but the air was too stale so Mike has to clear away the stale air so we can breath down there. then we can start checking out the level. We have some good indicates of Magpie potch so the prospects look good. but of course with opal mining, nothing is guaranteed. Peter
well, we have the blower [giant vacuum cleaner] set up at the mine. The new [second hand] truck is ready to go. we just have to drop the super digger down the hole now and start sucking out the mullock. with equipment like this, it wont take long to clean out the mine to see if we are on to some crystal, so here’s hoping. Its a far cry from the old days when they did it with pick and shovel.
Well, the new site is up and running at last thanks to a lot of hard work from Eo. Lots of work yet to be done, but in the meantime, if you feel like contributing to the forum, please do so. We are working on getting the ‘opal bloke’ cd as an e-book soon, so let me know if you want a reminder. best wishes to all, Peter
The “Opal Bloke” eBook is complete apart from needing someone to do some proof reading of it. If anyone would like a free copy before we start charging $20 for it, let us know. The first five applicants will get free copies, if they are willing to let us know if they see any mistakes. keep in mind though that your email system needs to be able to handle around 14 megs. Peter
June 21, 2009 at 10:26 pm
The Story of the Sad Canadian Girl & an Opal Bloke from Australia
This article sounds like its been written by a very close relative who hopes for a share in the will…haaa…but I really have never met Cindy before. Only through cyberspace. I try not to blow my bags too much, but the story just had to be told, and it’s a little positive indication to show how people who have never met before at different parts of our amazing world, can keep their word and show genuine interest and consideration for one another. Sure, it’s my standard policy to think of my customers interests before my own, but it was Cindy who showed the patience and understanding necessary to bring out the best in myself. And unless we all learn this lesson, and get rid of greed and hatred, I fear for the future of our planet. – Peter Brusaschi
I’m not much of a writer, but both Peter and I decided that we should get our experience down on paper… or at least on a computer screen! This is a true story about two people a world away, how they met and how refreshing it was to meet a truly good person. Now, since I’m not much of a writer (I think it’s worth mentioning twice) I’ll start from the beginning and hopefully not bore you too much along the way… Here goes…
My grandmother left me an opal when she passed away, back in 1986, I was 10 years old. It was so pretty and so sentimental to me that I decided to wear it only for special occasions; it was there for my graduation & again on my wedding day, four years later. Then I received an email, one of those forwarded ones that I usually skim through and then quickly delete. This one was different, I wish I still had it to share with you, but unfortunately my old computer died and took it to its grave. I felt like it was written just for me, a poem about enjoying the things you have while you still can.
Why tuck something so beautiful away, you’ll find that at some point in your life it’ll be too late to enjoy it. What a waste. So I decided that I needed to wear that pendant & show it off proudly. I wore it day in and day out, always aware of it. THEN… one day while camping (yep, I even wore it camping) I was sitting on the beach with my mom and we got to talking about it. When I held it up to look at it, it looked odd… Something was definitely wrong, and my heart immediately dropped . It was ruined! One side of it had turned cloudy, where the other part remained the vibrant blue that I loved so much. I was devastated!
When we got back from our trip I immediately started looking for someone to repair my opal.
In the course of a couple of weeks, I visited 6 or 7 jewellery stores where each time I was told that it wasn’t something they were familiar with fixing, or that it wasn’t something that could be fixed. Then I found an opal jeweller. I thought “There! I’m sure THEY can do something for me!” Gemport. The name is burned into my mind. So I took the kids to Gemport with me. I went in with so much hope you could practically see it seeping from my skin! There was my would-be savior behind a glass counter talking on the phone. He saw me… And he continued talking on the phone. And talking… And talking… And talking! Finally he gets off and asks what he can do for me. Here’s pretty much how it went:
“Can you tell me if you can repair my opal?”
With a quick glance, “It’s delaminated.”
“What does that mean? It was my grandmother’s pendant, so if there’s anything you can do… ”
“It means that someone didn’t take very good care of it”
“Is there anything at all that can be done?!”
“You can buy a new opal.”
“Buy a new opal?!”
“Yep. Can’t fix it.”
I was in tears and he saw that, yet offered me not a glimmer of hope. As a matter of fact, he was downright rude & completely unsympathetic. I tried to compose myself as I turned my back and swiftly left without another word. I managed to get the kids into the car & I sat in the front seat for what must have been a full 5 minutes before I felt that I could drive the ½ hour home again. The kids, who are usually either laughing or arguing with one another, were unusually silent – I guess they can sense when mom needs some time.
Delaminated. Is that what he said? Yes. That’s it. I’ll google it! I googled it and up pops the website: http://www.Opalmine.com . What pretty opals! What the heck, I’ll email and see if they can offer me that glimmer of hope that “Gemport jerk” (as I have since dubbed him) ripped away from me. “Hi there, I hope you can help me…. “ I started my email. I tried my best to describe what the opal looked like and how I was told that it had become delaminated. I wasn’t really expecting to hear back, but it was worth a try, right? Surprisingly, and quite quickly, I received a response. “Yes it sounds like it has become delaminated, but it might be possible to fix it….” WHAT?! REALLY?! There was my glimmer of hope!!! Some guy named Peter – a million miles away – offered whatever help he could. And with that, the journey of my grandmother’s opal began.
First, to get it there. It was a risk, it was so far away & I really didn’t know this guy, Peter, but heck… what else could I do? He even offered to find or make a similar one, if it couldn’t be fixed, and no charge for trying to fix it. Wow. This guy can’t be all that bad. Ok, it was a risk I was willing to take.
Off to the post office. FORTY DOLLARS? Holy cow! $40 to send a tiny package… by SURFACE mail?! Or $60 to send it airmail?! Now, was it really worth the risk? Yes, I decided. Yes it was. So it might cost a bit… it’ll be worth it, if it works. If it doesn’t work, well at least I knew that I did everything I could. Surface mail, it is! (with insurance, of course!)
TWO MONTHS LATER. Yes, two months. I was getting worried, but I guess that’s what I get for sending it surface mail! I got an email from Peter. He had received the opal and he was able to fix it… and since it was such a simple fix, he wasn’t charging me anything but the cost to send it back to Canada. WOW! What a guy! My opal was fixed… And at no charge!!
So, going against my previous beliefs, I decided that the opal would be put back into my jewellery box and will only see the light of day on special occasions. At least I enjoyed it for those few years. Now I need another one! And who better to get it from then from Peter? I ordered one, a beautiful one, from the website. He would include it in the package with my grandmother’s opal.
Wow! My opal was coming home!
And then comes the email… “I forgot to put the pendant in the package” Huh?! Darn it! He forgot to include it with my order! Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait until it shows up in a separate package. A little more patience is all.
Then comes another email some days later…
“Bad news Cindy, I can’t find your opal” OMG. Oh My God! This can’t be happening! After all that we’ve been through with the silly thing, it comes up missing. We were on holidays in the Rockie Mountains when I read the email & I decided that I would have to try and forget about it for a few more days – it was NOT going to ruin my winter holiday! I wrote back “Please, please, please, Peter – don’t give up looking for it!” And then I received another email mentioning how he’s not going to give up looking, how sick it had made him feel , how he just can’t figure out how it went missing, and that he feels just awful… and I thought to myself that this little opal shouldn’t be causing this much trouble. I felt just as responsible as he did! So – forget about it – there’s nothing I can do, and not much else he can do. Some things are just so. If there’s nothing you can do about then there’s nothing you can do about it. Of course, I was very sad to lose it, but I guess these things happen. I took a risk; I sent it not knowing if it would come back again anyway. So I did know that it was a possibility, I just didn’t know that it would happen this way. Truthfully, I felt terrible that Peter felt terrible… and I’m sure it was vice versa as well.
I believe that things happen for a reason. There has got to be a reason for all of this. I believed it when my car was broken into just before Christmas in ‘07 – that if I had just turned around to see what those guys were up to… that it could have been so much worse. I chose to believe two things that day. One: That it’s a good thing I left my purse in the car – otherwise they may have went after me & not just my car window (and I had my 4 year old holding my hand) and Two: They must have needed the money much more than I did. They obviously have a sad life. It simply reminded me of my full life. I also believed that things happen for a reason when I was diagnosed with Epilepsy in ’06. I lost my driver’s licence for 9 long months – perhaps I avoided a terrible accident! Or maybe that it was for my mom. After dad passed away in ’05 she didn’t have a lot of purpose in her life (at least she didn’t think so) She stayed with me each and every day for months on end. Kyler was only 3 years old & I was terrified that I would have seizure and he wouldn’t know what was going on – he would be so scared! And, yes, I even think that dad passed away for a reason. God forbid, if my mom had gone first, there’s a strong possibility that dad would have drank himself into his own grave.
So, maybe losing the pendant happened for a reason? Maybe I was losing my faith in mankind. Maybe I needed to find out that there is still good people out there! Maybe I needed to make a new friend Maybe, just maybe, Peter needed the same thing.
At one point, Peter had mentioned that I was so understanding and nice to deal with. Well, you know, it’s much easier to be understanding when you’re dealing with a nice person, as well. Truthfully, I think I would have been much, much more upset if I was dealing with someone that didn’t care.
In the meantime, I received my BEAUTIFUL new pendant, which helped even more to take the sting out of losing the other one. I love it. Correction: I LOVE it. The first words out of my 5 year old son’s mouth was “Oh mom, it’s beeeeeautiful!” Not only did the pendant come with 2 chains, but also with a nice set of earrings. This was done before he knew that the pendant had gone missing. Not only is he a good person, he is generous as well.
A couple of months later I received a package in the mail from Peter. In it was a pendant that looked just like my grandmothers… Peter had made me a stunning replica! He had gone through so much trouble for little me. I put the pendant on the white gold chain that my original pendant was on, and I felt better.
And then… another email.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Guess what????????”
And he left me hanging there! I emailed back… “hehe! What?!”
“I found your original opal!”
YAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!! He found it!!!
Talk about bad timing, after he had gone through all that trouble! But he had found it nonetheless… My opal was finally coming home. Just a few more weeks to cross the world over! More patience? Sure, I got plenty! And to top it all off, I purchased a pair of earrings… that would be the cherry on top!
Seven & a half months after the pendant left Canada, it came back again. And it looked just as beautiful as ever. What an enormous weight had been lifted! And the earrings he picked out for me were just perfect. I’m wearing them now I can’t thank Peter enough. I cost him plenty of time & money, and not once did he complain to me. He was nothing but kind. He certainly didn’t have to go through all that he did.
This little pendant has quite the story now. From Spain, where my grandmother purchased it, to Holland where she lived, to Canada where I live, to Australia, and back to Canada again… and countless other places in between. If only it could speak!
Over the course of 7 & ½ months we kept in touch & learned about each other’s lives. We even shared family pictures. It’s obvious to me that he leads a good life, filled with lots of love & surrounded with good people. I’m glad that I became a tiny part of that.
Thank you, Peter, for all that you have done for me. You have restored my grandmother’s opal to new again… and perhaps just as important, you have restored my faith in humanity!
Cindy Orsten
December 22, 2009 at 10:12 pm
Cindy, this is Peter Brusaschi from http://www.opalmine.com just looking at your story again. It’s sure worth a read if you want to reestablish your faith in the human race which certainly wears a bit thin at times
. just to mention that we are in the process of creating a new opalmine site which will link in better with this forum and will work much better than the old one. after nearly 12 years online, we needed an upgrade. anyway, just to say hello and wish you the best for the coming new year. Hope your family is well.
June 22, 2009 at 6:56 am
Yes Cindy …… I also be live that everything happens for a reason and the fact that your faith was restored is just amazing.
I have known Peter for such a short time but already he has made a impact on my heart, and I now that he would do anything for the other person as he did you.
Cindy all of the blog thought here that you have left for everyone to enjoy is very good reading material, after all that is what other people want to read about ( the truth …….. not HYPE and PROMISE’s.
Thank you for sharing this with us Cindy ……
Scott Crawley
skype scwealth
June 22, 2009 at 7:19 am
Take a look in the ‘hobby’ section for an update on some stuff i will be doing soon for opal enthusiasts who want to learn how to build an opal cutting machine. peter
PS. sorry i haven’t got around to doing this. too many things going on. will keep you posted.
June 24, 2009 at 12:35 am
My my my, what can I say about this father of mine! What a character!!! Well, I could be cheeky, but he’s actually the most honest, interesting and encouraging bloke I’ve ever met. Love ya dad!!!
Needy xxx
June 28, 2009 at 11:04 pm
haaa. listen everyone. i paid her big money to say this so you better support http://www.opalmine.com before i go broke. zak bruzak from way outbak [neet's dad]
July 16, 2009 at 8:49 am
A bit more about this. I’m talking to my two daughters and my dynamic ’sun’ in law.
Hey you two down south of Sydney. When are we heading for Lightning Ridge again?. Graham you had better do your mining course so you can go underground. Schwarzenegger the 6 foot 6 German has already started mining and we are getting big slabs of magpie potch in amongst the mullock which is a good sign that precious opal will follow. Wishful thinking i know but its exciting.
Coober Pedy is not producing crystal opal like it used to so, if we can find some out there we have a big market. The next door claims pulled out around one million dollars each. haaa, well we will see. but i need a big tall muscular bloke to do the diggin while this old bloke sits back and enjoys a beer. Where are the “smilies” here?…i need one right now.. Peter [dad]
September 19, 2009 at 2:08 am
Well I only have a week but I maybe the tall muscular guy that is crazy about opals that you are looking for. I will be around for about a week in february. I am visiting from The US and would really like to go hunting for Opals there. I have already found some great ones in Nevada. Or just any info would be great.
July 24, 2009 at 3:14 am
I have an opal necklace from 1955 which I would like reset and made into a bracelet and ring. Is this possible or are opals too soft and delicate to have this done.
Nancy Sheehan
August 28, 2009 at 3:39 am
hi Nancy, this is Peter from http://WWW.opalmine.com please contact me direct and we can talk about your necklace. email peter@opalmine.com best wishes, Peter
August 9, 2009 at 7:47 am
Well, there’s been a few more developments in our mining venture. This is an old mine that was abandoned maybe 20 years ago. Probably because the ground was too hard to negotiate. We’ve busted in to the old diggings but the air was too stale so Mike has to clear away the stale air so we can breath down there. then we can start checking out the level. We have some good indicates of Magpie potch so the prospects look good. but of course with opal mining, nothing is guaranteed. Peter
October 10, 2009 at 9:07 am
Hello to this great community, I’m new to this great forum. It’s great for being a part of so nice community. Cheers.
October 22, 2009 at 7:43 pm
well, we have the blower [giant vacuum cleaner] set up at the mine. The new [second hand] truck is ready to go. we just have to drop the super digger down the hole now and start sucking out the mullock. with equipment like this, it wont take long to clean out the mine to see if we are on to some crystal, so here’s hoping. Its a far cry from the old days when they did it with pick and shovel.
February 11, 2010 at 8:53 pm
Well, the new site is up and running at last thanks to a lot of hard work from Eo. Lots of work yet to be done, but in the meantime, if you feel like contributing to the forum, please do so. We are working on getting the ‘opal bloke’ cd as an e-book soon, so let me know if you want a reminder. best wishes to all, Peter
March 2, 2010 at 6:05 am
The “Opal Bloke” eBook is complete apart from needing someone to do some proof reading of it. If anyone would like a free copy before we start charging $20 for it, let us know. The first five applicants will get free copies, if they are willing to let us know if they see any mistakes. keep in mind though that your email system needs to be able to handle around 14 megs. Peter