When my family moved to a small farm in Upstate New York in the late ’50’s, we had a cow,a few chickens and ducks, a flock of sheep, a horse, a couple of pigs, dogs and cats, and a treasury of fossil rocks.

The presence of visitors was always an excuse to hunt fossil rocks. I thought they were pretty, with their lumps and designs. Of course, when I realized that the lumps and designs were a conglomeration of once-living plants and animals, I became fascinated. I never did learn how to separate the fossils properly, but it was fun to try. You know, I still become excited when I find a new fossil rock. And yes, I still have some of my collection, along with some stones and shells gathered from the beach in Rhode Island. Don’t most children have a rock collection?

When visiting the Creation Museum in Petersburg, KY, I thought of the fossil rocks we used to collect. The collection at the museum includes dinosuars and many other plants and anmials God created. My fossils seem so small compared to what they have displayed, and yet my fossils are still a record of what once lived on Earth.

Over the years the supply of fossils on our farm waned, yet I’m sure if someone were to dig deep enough, they could find a  new treasury. Sometimes I think it would be fun to try.