Discussion in 'Coin Chat' started by tommyc03, Jan 9, 2016.
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After receiving my due change after a purchase that day, I pulled it out of pocket and the first coin I pulled out was a 2008 Hawaii State Quarter... I sat there amazed that a machine could put such a image on a coin...... I was hooked from there
@tommyc03 I grew up in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C. and we didn't have farms in our neighborhood, but we did have a lot of poolrooms in the metropolitan area. That's where I got my start collecting Morgan dollars at the age of 10. Yes, I hate to say it, but I was a gambler and very good at pool. I rarely lost. I bought plenty of Morgan dollars at face value from the banks with my winnings. I paid cash for a brand new '64 Corvette from one pool match and then a brand new '66 GTO two years later.
After marriage, military service and a career in insurance, the best thing that ever happened to me was getting a divorce. I lost my job and ended up becoming a bartender. I made a lot of money bartending, still gambled at pool and bought a lot of coins. But, most importantly, I was able to devote a lot of time helping my parents and I never regretted anything.
this pic is of a token I used to have, not the same exact token of course b/c mine was ripped off, but it still brings back memories, every time I see one like it.
I was also the errand boy and my mom sent me with 6 cents to mail a letter for her. After pedaling several blocks to the post office, I discovered the nickel was a 38-s that I didn't have. Needless to say, the letter didn't get mailed until the next trip. I now collect nearly all U.S. coins but the Lincoln cents are still my favorite. My father created a monster by trying to keep me from collecting!
I survived, learned the value of money and hard work and, many years later, my now deceased father gave me his collection. Among many other treasured pieces, his collection included this Liberty Head, the most cherished piece in my collection. This coin was actually passed to Dad by my grandfather.
The owner was a collector himself and gave me an old worn Whitman Lincoln folder and included a 1909 VDB cent. I had to promise never to spend it and in return, he would help me find the coins to go in the folder. Each Saturday I was paid $5.00 for my weeks salary. I would peddle the bike with the huge basket on the front like crazy to get to the bank before it closed and exchange my $5.00 for 10 rolls of pennies to search though later.
With the owner's help, I was able to fill a lot of holes in that old folder. I was always surprised that I was able to find some early coins in the teens and twenties whenever I would get rolls from him!
I went on to collecting other US coins and have enjoyed the hobby off and on for almost 58 years.
I still have that 1909 VDB because of the promise I made and in a separate holder and it means a lot to me.
Wish I'd known you in those days. No better friend on Earth than a poolplayer who tends bar.
For me it started during a Matchbox road construction frenzy in my front yard in upstate New York, in the late 1960's. I unearthed an 1861 IHC, and ADHD me was beyond obsessed with what I'd found. It seems contradictory to the perception of ADHD, but when I find something that fascinating, the rest of the world ceases to exist and I can spend hours staring at one coin. Anything else, well, I can't sit through a whole movie.
Neither have gotten any better since - the ADHD or the obsession with coins.
Great story! I actually collected stamps also until the over promoted Elvis issue. Collected comics until the early 90's and prices skyrocketed. Trouble with being a baby boomer is that everything came hard, got hand me downs in a family of 10, etc. So I not only collected but dragged it everywhere I went as an adult. It's all paying off now tho. Those country songs about hard times and working your hands to the bone, they are all true.
I knew you would have a great story Chris and thanks for sharing. I used to love playing against the rich kids from the private school nearby. Made a lot of money and always drank for free.
Thank you for sharing and I'm so sorry for the loss of your Dad. I lost mine in 95 after a 10 year battle with multiple myeloma. We were both workaholics but I spent a lot of time with him those last 10 years. I still remember following behind him on foot when he was plowing the fields when I was a kid looking for arrow heads. Our property was right on the Konkapot River, named after Chief Konkapot here in the Berkshires in Ma. Found a few but my younger brother scoffed them from me. Priceless memories for sure.
Thank you for sharing. I only had 30 customers for the Grit newspaper but they were all older folks who had change jars and the route was worth it getting all those silver dimes they had stashed away for who knows how long. It's how I got my first Barber dime. That was from a lady who had taken in orphans during the depression.
I used to get a real kick out of the so-called "road" players who came into my bar. They were always looking to hustle some poor schmuck, and for some reason they never thought that a bartender could play pool. The problem was that it didn't matter if they won or lost. Word would get around so quickly about them playing me that they couldn't find a game anywhere.
One of my favorites......
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