Inherited coins has a bitter sweet feeling, you mourn your lost ones, but at the same time it carries the legacy. I have inherited my late grandfather's coin collection, and each week I find some new more exciting sets of coins, I have inherited his old Egyptian collection starting from 1808 till 1970. How the coins where stored when i got them, carries his character and the sense of organization, and the idea the he kept all these coins so that one day someone else (Me) will continue preserving them to the next generation. Its definitely a legacy which i will cherish my whole life and pass on. So please if you have inherited any coins, please post and tell the story.... Cheers,
100 plus Morgans from my Papa. Piqued my interest, downhill from there. I may be reduced to living under a bridge but Im the only one down here with a complete set.
I inherited my father's coins after he passed away, but my mom also tossed in what was left of her collection. She handed me two shoeboxes of coins in faded envelopes, ziploc baggies, and glass jars. Some are older while most are from their trips to other countries, saved for their aesthetic value or classified as "accidental" souvenirs when getting them changed back to US currency was too much of a hassle. I've recently started going through them and placing most in 2x2s, then into pocket pages in a binder. Every now and then I come across a coin that the World Book tells me is pretty much "worthless," but I stick it in a 2x2 anyway, carefully label it, and slip it into its spot. I think that a lot of coin collectors, if they took a look at my binder, might chuckle at what I’m spending so much time preserving. Of course, no one can understand the history behind those coins but me. I’d like to add more to the collection myself and eventually pass the whole lot on to family that will appreciate them as much as I do. Cheers to a new lifelong obsession... I mean hobby.
My father became interested in coins back in the mid 60s with the switch from silver to Johnsonmetal, he had quite an accumulation, most pulled from circulation, his pride and joy was his large cent collection, which was a casualty of his second divorce. He quit collecting until the state quarters came around, and he saved every one he could get his hands on, we made up over thirty albums of them for his grandchildren as a remembrance.
Mom loved searching through change and filling folders. She mis-stored every single one of them of course. Some were cleaned with erasers, taped into folders (ruined a lot of Silver), etc. But every time I search a box or a roll, I am reminded of her. There are still some 3 cent nickles in paper coin envelopes marked UNC that I just don't have the heart to open. Maybe I never will ?
