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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;lucyray, post: 1803282, member: 24565&quot;]The little girl loved the man.&nbsp; The man loved the little girl.&nbsp; He was perplexed at what to do with her; so little, so much a <i>girl.</i>&nbsp; He taught her all he could think of - numbers, calculators, typewriters; spelling, and grammar (<i>the kings&#039; english, he said.). </i> He told her stories, bought her dresses.&nbsp; One day, he put her on his shoulders and took her to his study.&nbsp; He gave her a magnifying glass and a roll of pennies, and showed her how to look for mint marks, S&#039;s and D&#039;s.&nbsp; Clack clack, tap tap, pencils and staples, she remembers, while she clutched&nbsp; pennies and glass.&nbsp; And the smell of cigars..</p><p><br /></p><p>The girl went away, and at each return, the man opened the safe so they could look through the treasures.&nbsp; Eventually the man died.&nbsp; The sons cleared everything away.&nbsp; They gave the girl a small box.&nbsp; It was filled with pennies, nickels, and dimes, each stapled into their holder and neatly marked.&nbsp; Proof sets, Morgans, Eisenhowers, and silver certificates.</p><p><br /></p><p>The girl loved them.&nbsp; She cried.&nbsp; She looked for S&#039;s and D&#039;s.</p><p><br /></p><p><img src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie1" alt=":)" unselectable="on" unselectable="on" /></p><p>Lucy</p><p><br /></p><p>(<i>My grandparents raised me from birth to four years old.&nbsp; My grandfather was President of the Detroit Coin Club in the early 60&#039;s)</i></p><p><i></i>[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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