My Attempt At Yeggery #socs

Mary told me a story this week about a woman who couldn’t get into the safe at work, so she called the local prison and had them find someone who was a safecracker and bring him over to break into the safe. I’m not sure if she didn’t know the combination, or if the person who had the combination was out of pocket or what, but that was unimportant: they got into the safe, and the world was, once again, made of donuts.


Mmmmmmm…. donuts… (source:Pixabay)

Did you know a safecracker is called a yegg? Mark that down; it might come in handy someday, like it did here for me.

We lived in an apartment that had a safe in the master bedroom closet. Dad pointed it out, and it became my mission to break into it. Of course, I was six at the time, and had no earthly idea how to get into it. Dad said that maybe I could use a stethoscope and listen to the tumblers as they fell. My Uncle Dick was doing his residency at the time, and we asked if we could borrow his. He was nice enough to come over with it, but it didn’t do much good, because I couldn’t hear anything, and even if I did, I wouldn’t know whether what I heard was a tumbler or something else.

Dad could tell I was getting frustrated, so he suggested we write a letter to the safe company, give them the serial number of the safe, and ask them if, pretty please, we could have the combination. I gave him the required information, and he dashed off a letter to the Melink Safe Company of Toledo, Ohio with our request.

A few days later we received a several-pages-long response from them, basically telling us they didn’t keep information like that, and even if they did the person who had installed the safe had probably changed it, blah blah blah, your guess is as good as ours, rotsa ruck, kid, love, the Melink Safe Company, Toledo, Ohio.

Finally, we had an idea: Since the apartment was a rental, there was a better-than-average chance that the landlord, Mr. Gilbert Delahunty, had it installed, and he might know what the combination was. Thing was, we only saw Mr. Delahunty when he came around to collect the rent, and even then, he rarely stayed around to talk. This time, I would wait with Mom and ask him. Unfortunately, Mr. Delahunty remembered that I was the kid who had set the back porch on fire, and his answer was something that rhymed with “duck cough.”

Maybe we should have called Cook County Jail and had them send over a safecracker.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you each week by Linda Hill and this station. Joey, from Joeyfully Stated provided today’s prompt, and we thank her for that. Now a word from Mister Donut.

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Author: John Holton

I'm a writer and blogger who writes and blogs about things that interest me.

31 thoughts on “My Attempt At Yeggery #socs”

  1. Who needs a landlord with no sense of humor, anyway. We had a fireproof safe in our office to store backup tapes. I closed it each night, but I never spun the dial. I wasn’t worried, my old boss had written the combination on the side. We found out that he wrote the numbers, but not in the right order. That took a while, since there were four numbers.

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  2. Hahaha!
    I did NOT know that word, so thank you!
    I can undo combination locks. I can feel the numbers when they click and then it’s only a matter of time. Most useful with a house full of kids (and biggest kid) who lose their combos 😉

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  3. One of the most familiar crossword puzzle clues: Safe Cracker. I’m glad I found you again, I always enjoyed your writing.

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  4. That’s too bad you never were able to crack that safe John. Do you ever wonder what was in there and wonder “Could it have been life-changing?” That would bug me, wondering if there was money or jewels inside. Kinda like those folks who bid on storage units that people failed to pay the rent on. Some guy ntersting fnds in those things, some decent and exciting, often disappointing junk. But I guess that’s the thrill…

    Have yourself a good weekend,

    Michele at Angels Bark

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    1. Oh yeah. It still bugs me. My guess is, probably nothing, but you can never tell. I think it’s the kitten syndrome: if they can’t get into a room, they sit and cry until you open the door, then when they see what’s there, they just up and walk away. I’m thinking the safe might have belonged to Mr. Delahunty and he had the papers for the house stuffed in there. Or maybe not. The basement of that building had a room in the front where someone had left a few men’s suits, including an Army uniform. There was also a wringer washer filled with old books. I wonder if those were his, too.

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  5. This is a great story! Oh, my gosh. It reminded me of when we opened the ice delivery door in our apartment. It had been long sealed shut, painted over, etc. We pried it open. It took hours. And, when we got it open…there is a story there. Hugs!

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  6. One more of life’s great mysteries. Interesting about getting a yegg from the prison. I wonder if he was compensated. Unless you’re pulling our legs about that.

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  7. Hi John – never heard of ‘yegg’ … but I’ve nothing worth cracking open – so probably explains that lack of knowledge! Fun stories in here … and donuts … not that keen on them … but that advert is quite good … people are still finding things -cheers Hilary

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  8. Didn’t you have a similar story about a lock? Something about going back to your old apartment with a lock? I don’t know – I’m probably wrong.

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