A newbie says hello - and introduces some old friends
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Just wanted to say hi and tell everyone how much I've enjoyed lurking the past couple of months. The wealth of knowledge here is staggering. I've learned a ton here and will more than likely continue to keep my trap shut and just read.
That being said, I've recently become more interested in coins and decided to revisit my Dad's safe, where he's kept my Grandmother's and Grandfather's coins for the past 30 odd years. Grandad owned a small country store ages ago in a small NC town and would keep interesting coins he would collect in his trade in an empty lard bucket. Dad accumulated most of these and tucked them away. My Grandad died before I was born, and these coins were the only physical connection I could make with him. When I was young, I would always pester Dad to open the safe and let me look through the coins, wondering how they got there, what was bought with this one, who owned that one and how did they get it, did Grandad carry this one around with him? I was fascinated by the stories they could never tell.
A few weeks ago I was up at Dad's place and I grabbed a few old friends to bring home to my safe and sit a spell. There's nothing really spectacular here, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.
I'm new at the photography thing - still reading the posts here and practicing. Hope the pics aren't too big. I had no idea how difficult it was to capture a nice image. Seems something always suffers - detail or luster. And consistent sizing...ughhh...
Anyway, here are some of Grandma's and Grandad's coins...say hello!
This is somewhat of a heartbreaker - Grandma had it put in a holder and wore it as a necklace. Would have loved to have seen it minus the battle scars it suffered in the jewelry box.
That being said, I've recently become more interested in coins and decided to revisit my Dad's safe, where he's kept my Grandmother's and Grandfather's coins for the past 30 odd years. Grandad owned a small country store ages ago in a small NC town and would keep interesting coins he would collect in his trade in an empty lard bucket. Dad accumulated most of these and tucked them away. My Grandad died before I was born, and these coins were the only physical connection I could make with him. When I was young, I would always pester Dad to open the safe and let me look through the coins, wondering how they got there, what was bought with this one, who owned that one and how did they get it, did Grandad carry this one around with him? I was fascinated by the stories they could never tell.
A few weeks ago I was up at Dad's place and I grabbed a few old friends to bring home to my safe and sit a spell. There's nothing really spectacular here, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.
I'm new at the photography thing - still reading the posts here and practicing. Hope the pics aren't too big. I had no idea how difficult it was to capture a nice image. Seems something always suffers - detail or luster. And consistent sizing...ughhh...
Anyway, here are some of Grandma's and Grandad's coins...say hello!
This is somewhat of a heartbreaker - Grandma had it put in a holder and wore it as a necklace. Would have loved to have seen it minus the battle scars it suffered in the jewelry box.
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Russ, NCNE
Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa
Working for the boss every night and day
--"Happy", by the Rolling Stones (1972)
President, Racine Numismatic Society 2013-2014; Variety Resource Dimes; See 6/8/12 CDN for my article on Winged Liberty Dimes; Ebay
Nice pics.
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Nice coins and great pics- you will love it here. There are some really really smart coin guys and gals here.
Those are nice coins. That 1888-S Morgan is a better date -- worth about $350 or so.
- Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106-43 BC
Nice pics.
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Didn't wanna get me no trade
Never want to be like papa
Working for the boss every night and day
--"Happy", by the Rolling Stones (1972)
For a little while, at least