Im jamie colby, heading into the town of hastingsonhudson, new york, a suburb about 18 miles north of manhattan. Im on my way to meet a woman who wrote to me about her strange inheritance a piece of musical history with the most improbable tale of how she came to own it. My names Marlene Piturro. When my husband died, he left me a musical treasure along with clear marching orders on what he wanted done with it. [ gongs chiming ] hi, marlene. Hi, jamie. Come on in. Its so nice to meet you. As we settle in, marlene tells me about her harmonious first meeting with her husband, howard, a concert percussionist. It was love at first sight. Really . He was 63, and he had these twinkly blue eyes. He went to work every day in his gig suit and his tuxedo with his white shirt and bow tie. Howard van hyning, born in 1936 in central florida, inherits an interest in percussion from his greatgrandfather, a drummer boy in the civil war. Howard had his drumsticks, and he practiced quite a bit, mostly w
Im jamie colby, heading into the town of hastingsonhudson, new york, a suburb about 18 miles north of manhattan. Im on my way to meet a woman who wrote to me about her strange inheritance a piece of musical history with the most improbable tale of how she came to own it. My names Marlene Piturro. When my husband died, he left me a musical treasure along with clear marching orders on what he wanted done with it. [ gongs chiming ] hi, marlene. Hi, jamie. Come on in. Its so nice to meet you. As we settle in, marlene tells me about her harmonious first meeting with her husband, howard, a concert percussionist. It was love at first sight. Really . He was 63, and he had these twinkly blue eyes. He went to work every day in his gig suit and his tuxedo with his white shirt and bow tie. Howard van hyning, born in 1936 in central florida, inherits an interest in percussion from his greatgrandfather, a drummer boy in the civil war. Howard had his drumsticks, and he practiced quite a bit, mostly w
Im jamie colby, driving today through the blue Ridge Mountains of Western North carolina. Cherokee and catawba indians lived here as far back as the last ice age. Ive come, because a viewer wrote to me about a strange inheritance related to those, and other native american tribes. My name is Jerry Williams. My friend moon left me hundreds of thousands of indian arrowheads. He made me swear to keep them together. Ive been trying to do just that. Hi, jerry. Im jamie colby. Glad to meet you. Come on in. Nice to be here. Jerry tells me that the story of the 1 4million arrowheads he inherited begins on a summers day, back in the 1930s, with two lovers, moon mullins and his fiancee irene cress. The day before they got married, they were skipping rocks across the river. But irene said, what are these . They dont look like rocks. They realized the skipping stones arent stone at all. He said, oh, honey, thats indian arrowheads. Irene is instantly fascinated with the ancient relics. She said, i