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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;CoinKeeper, post: 772922, member: 16707&quot;]1900. It was 109 years ago when she heard the beginnings of jazz floating through the streets of New Orleans. How she enjoyed the lustrous sound and the sight of shimmering saxophones during the smoky moonlit night. A year later, Roosevelt becomes president and finds her well struck into the ground in front of the white house. He carefully gives her a drink of cold water and dabs her dry. But, easy come, easy go, and Roosevelt learned this the hard way by tearing his trousers! Days later, a paper boy picks her up, and it&#039;s his lucky day, he finds twenty-five whole cents! He keeps her stuffed in his pocket, never to see circulation again. She&#039;s tossed into his drawer mixed in with some old Indians.</p><p><br /></p><p>Now the year is 1942, and Roosevelt is still president, except it&#039;s Frankie and not Theo running the place. Now, paper boy has gotten older and is sending his son off to the front lines. As a parting gift father passes quarter to son. They embrace, and she is squished in the young mans fist. The young soldier treks on through the war and comes home...empty handed. His old pack was left in France near Normandy and a beautiful young women finds it. She looks through it and finds the young man&#039;s photo, and an intriguing silver quarter. She takes both and stows them away.</p><p><br /></p><p>It&#039;s 1975, and the young lady arrives in the United States to start a new beginning after loosing her job and loosing her house. She arrives in New York and spends many days traveling to California, a flight would burn a whole in her wallet so the train is the way to go. Right off the train, she is famished so she stops by a diner where the war veteran&#039;s son is working. The only American money she has is the 75 year old quarter so she spends it. The son receives it, pockets it, and tosses a clad quarter in the till. He comes home and shows his father his find. The coin looks awfully familiar to him.</p><p><br /></p><p>The son, now in his fifties, is rejoicing in the coming of the new millennium, but it is a bittersweet moment due to his father&#039;s passing. 3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR screams him and his family. Two kinds of tears stream trickle from his eyes, thankfully not near the 100 year old quarter stashed in his cigar box.</p><p><br /></p><p>Finally, it&#039;s 2000 something and the man&#039;s mischievous teenage son is snooping through his father&#039;s things and finds the old quarter. &quot;Wow, this thing must be rare&quot; exclaims the teen. In a minute he&#039;s off to the coin shop where he gets 5x face value for the coin, a great deal in his mind. Now comes along a toned coin collector who spots a neat, slightly marked barber quarter. It&#039;s not toned, but at $45, it&#039;s a steal so he picks up the coin. He has no idea what kind of history is behind the quarter, but now the mischievous teen&#039;s responsible younger brother is telling what story is behind that 1900 quarter and he knows his father would like his quarter back <img src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie1" alt=":)" unselectable="on" unselectable="on" />[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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