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Gray canvas tote bag with leopard scarf
I found a gray canvas tote bag this morning around 9:15am in the parking lot behind the Joplin Public Library on Main Street. It’s a medium-sized bag, a bit worn, with a frayed denim corner and a red zipper pull that stands out. Inside I spotted a leopard-print scarf peeking out, a small silver locket, and a notebook with someone’s name, 'Ava Nguyen', on the cover. The bag seems well-used but intact, and it still smells faintly like coffee. If you’re missing a bag matching this description, please reach out—I’d love to reunite it with its owner.
Lost travel bags near Cunningham Park
Saturday morning around 9:30 a.m., I realized my travel bags were missing after I stopped at Cunningham Park near the Joplin Public Library and then headed toward the big mural on 7th Street. The bags held my clothes and a small travel case with documents, and I felt a jolt of panic thinking they might be gone for good. I retraced my steps along 7th Street, asked at the nearby gas station and cafe, and checked with the library desk, but nothing turned up yet. I hope the finder comes forward through the site; these bags mean a lot to me, and I just want to get them back home.
Gray canvas tote bag found near library
I found a gray canvas tote bag this afternoon around 3:15pm behind the Joplin Public Library on Main Street. It's about 14x12 inches, with sturdy black handles and a small zippered inner pocket. The bag has a faint coffee stain on the bottom and a bright yellow zipper pull; inside there's a paperback with a dog-eared cover and a loose receipt from a local cafe. The brand label reads UrbanEase, and there's a tiny blue enamel pin shaped like a starfish attached to the inner pocket. I know losing something like this is stressful, so I'm hoping to return it to its owner.
Lost family photographs from Joplin trip
I lost a stack of photographs from a family album. I was leaving the Joplin Public Library steps on Main Street around 7:20 p.m. last Saturday when they slipped from my bag and vanished into the crowd. The prints range from faded black-and-white portraits to bright summer color—a handful from my grandmother's wedding and a goofy photo at Cunningham Park. They’re irreplaceable to me, and I’m aching for them to turn up. I keep replaying the moment I realized they were gone and hoping someone nearby picked them up and might recognize their importance.