It brought back a memory which is most likely why I like merc's. Today while metal detecting I found a 1935 mercury dime. It's nothing special but it is to me. When I found it it brought back a memory. My dad was born in 1927 and he told me that when he was little he found a coin but he thought it was a medal. He showed it to Grandma (his mom) and said look at the medal I found. Grandma explained that what he found was money and to got to the store and get flour which cost about 5 cents a pound and matches as she needed it to make dinner. He did as he was told. I sat on the ground and holding this Merc I had to wonder did someone not get dinner and a fire one night? I have 30-40 mercs but this is the first one I have found with a metal detector. I love the history behind coins and finding one in the ground all the better but this merc makes me think that someone lost a meal and maybe didn't get to feed their family that day or the next. I like the coin but my dad's story does give me pause as I look at this coin. Maybe I am feeling a little sorry for my self Dad birthday is next week and finding this coin made me realize that he has been gone for 13 year. Sorry for the long post but I needed to vent and you guys listen very well. Ice
Thanks for sharing. Yes, I often look at a coin and wonder what stories it has to tell if it could talk. A merc is a great find!
I think that is part of collecting I like the most the stories attached to the coins. I feel your pain my dad, my hero has been gone 12 years this past memorial day. Great find.
I was looking at some of my dad's coins just the other day that my mother has at her house. He got me into coins when I was around 12 years old.....I was looking at a Bugs Bunny Franklin and thinking of how cool I thought my dad was...great memories born in 1929 and gone 11 years
There have been too many times for me to count where I sat staring at a well circulated coin and thought, "Where have you been, and what have you bought?" Did any of my Bust dimes pay someones wages, or did they bring home goods from a merchant? Who wagered and lost one of my Buffalo nickels? Did any of my Morgan dollars pass through Vegas? Have any of my other coins been in pocket change that went overseas for a short trip and then returned in the same pocket? Which of my quarters slid across the counter at a diner for a tip? Did my gold Indian $2 1/2 ever make it to 5th Avenue? Lots of stories never to be told, only to be held in the imagination. Not so much with anything above the grade of MS...... Rick L.
You wrote that story like it came from the heart. Coins are not only a bridge to the past, but in your case, a bridge to you father. I too lost my mother and father 13 years ago, and like you I still miss them. Every time I look at my coins I remember my mother. She is the one who got me started with this hobby. Take care, Eduard
