Lost pocket watches at The Strand, Galveston
At around 7:15 p.m. last Saturday, I realized my grandfather's pocket watches were gone from my vest pocket while I was strolling along The Strand in Galveston. I had paused near a coffee cart and then walked toward 23rd Street, only to notice they had vanished when I reached the corner by the old opera house. The watches are brass with a dark patina and a tiny engraving on the back: 'B.H. 1903.' They mean the world to me, a family heirloom, and losing them feels like losing a part of my history. I'm hopeful that someone who picked them up might remember where they came from and return them to the people who care.
near The Strand, Galveston
16 days
ago