My father worked for NASA and was a big coin collector. He got me interested in the hobby when I was 9 years old when I was in the cub scouts. To earn a badge I needed a hobby and coins it was. He also took me to many coin shows and coin shops. That was when BU actually meant something. It set into my bones at a early age and has been with me always.
My dad was a lot of fun. I still miss him.
The bitterness of "Poor Quality" is remembered long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten.
My pops had a slew of old mercury dimes sitting in his bedroom drawer. He would take me to the local coin store now and then, but besides the value of silver in coinage, he had no numismatic knowledge.
My parents were collectors of all sorts of things and to settle their estate we held 2 separate two day auctions Mom was the daughter of a small businessman and worked in a bank before she married. After a dozen or so years farming they moved off the farm and dad ran an implement business in which I was allowed to learn all sorts of skills. In the bookkeeping he taught me to keep track of pennies, and the dollar bills would take care of themselves. My grandpa had a laundromat and we rolled many coins before taking them to the bank, we were also taught to take out any silver coins to be saved separately. Mom kept my special finds from the paper route- silver certificates and a few silver coins and old nickels. Indirectly they influenced me just by allowing their collecting habits to inform my childhood.
As I recall, my Dad only told me one thing about my coin collection. It was this; "If you leave your coins laying around, your friends are going to steal them." And was he ever right. Dad's usually are. My Dad. USN World War ll. He served on the carrier Enterprise. The "BIG E." He was just a young California ranch boy out there on the Pacific Ocean. Well, he survived. Came back to the ranch and all us 20 Hydrants are here now on the same ranch because of him. He always told me that our country was the greatest country ever. I believed him because he was right. I miss him. God Bless America.
@Hydrant said:
As I recall, my Dad only told me one thing about my coin collection. It was this; "If you leave your coins laying around, your friends are going to steal them." And was he ever right. Dad's usually are. My Dad. USN World War ll. He served on the carrier Enterprise. The "BIG E." He was just a young California ranch boy out there on the Pacific Ocean. Well, he survived. Came back to the ranch and all us 20 Hydrants are here now on the same ranch because of him. He always told me that our country was the greatest country ever. I believed him because he was right. I miss him. God Bless America.
My grandpa got me into the hobby but gave me to mutch junk coins and made me think it was okay to clean coins, so I thought myself to collect and I got help from a local coin dealer who I did school volunteering for
As I recall, my Dad only told me one thing about my coin collection. It was this; "If you leave your coins laying around, your friends are going to steal them." And was he ever right. Dad's usually are. I miss him. He was a Ww
@Paradisefound said: for your DAD. I really enjoy your childhood story
@Hydrant said:
As I recall, my Dad only told me one thing about my coin collection. It was this; "If you leave your coins laying around, your friends are going to steal them." And was he ever right. Dad's usually are. My Dad. USN World War ll. He served on the carrier Enterprise. The "BIG E." He was just a young California ranch boy out there on the Pacific Ocean. Well, he survived. Came back to the ranch and all us 20 Hydrants are here now on the same ranch because of him. He always told me that our country was the greatest country ever. I believed him because he was right. I miss him. God Bless America.
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My dad said there was nothing important other than auto parts.
That's why I decided to sell the store to get into coins and pawn.
Gram showed me the wheat cents and taught me NOT to clean them after I buffed the hell out of one to make it nice, shiney and new.
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My father worked for NASA and was a big coin collector. He got me interested in the hobby when I was 9 years old when I was in the cub scouts. To earn a badge I needed a hobby and coins it was. He also took me to many coin shows and coin shops. That was when BU actually meant something. It set into my bones at a early age and has been with me always.
My dad was a lot of fun. I still miss him.
My dad taught me to "keep searching" and "never lose your sense of humor". So far, so good.
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My pops had a slew of old mercury dimes sitting in his bedroom drawer. He would take me to the local coin store now and then, but besides the value of silver in coinage, he had no numismatic knowledge.
My parents were collectors of all sorts of things and to settle their estate we held 2 separate two day auctions Mom was the daughter of a small businessman and worked in a bank before she married. After a dozen or so years farming they moved off the farm and dad ran an implement business in which I was allowed to learn all sorts of skills. In the bookkeeping he taught me to keep track of pennies, and the dollar bills would take care of themselves. My grandpa had a laundromat and we rolled many coins before taking them to the bank, we were also taught to take out any silver coins to be saved separately. Mom kept my special finds from the paper route- silver certificates and a few silver coins and old nickels. Indirectly they influenced me just by allowing their collecting habits to inform my childhood.
As I recall, my Dad only told me one thing about my coin collection. It was this; "If you leave your coins laying around, your friends are going to steal them." And was he ever right. Dad's usually are. My Dad. USN World War ll. He served on the carrier Enterprise. The "BIG E." He was just a young California ranch boy out there on the Pacific Ocean. Well, he survived. Came back to the ranch and all us 20 Hydrants are here now on the same ranch because of him. He always told me that our country was the greatest country ever. I believed him because he was right. I miss him. God Bless America.
My grandpa got me into the hobby but gave me to mutch junk coins and made me think it was okay to clean coins, so I thought myself to collect and I got help from a local coin dealer who I did school volunteering for
As I recall, my Dad only told me one thing about my coin collection. It was this; "If you leave your coins laying around, your friends are going to steal them." And was he ever right. Dad's usually are. I miss him. He was a Ww
Thank you.
My dad's mother had a bunch of circulated Morgans.
Mother's mom only had a single old coin that I recall. With great articulation she explained that it was a half dime, and not a nickel.
Made no sense to me when I was 8 years old.
Hell...it makes no sense to me now.