Forty-something year old memories.

Just got back from visiting with my father. He offered me a small box that had some pre-1964 silver, modern state quarters, 1776-1976 coins and a few foreign pieces. I photographed a few of the coins. First, a 1964 Kennedy. The box had a paper towel filler on the bottom, and the circulated Kennedy pictured below toned nicely. Interesting; with a bit of rainbow characteristic. The coin has probably been sitting in that box for the last thirty or forty years. It is the only one that toned for some reason.
The two Peace dollars I shot have a story that goes with them. When I was a boy (late 50s, early 60’s) I used to travel every other summer from NYC to Vancouver B.C. with my sister and mother. Sometimes we flew a Connie cross the U.S. to Seattle then up to Vancouver in a DC-3. Sometimes we took the train to Montreal and caught the Canadian Pacific from Montreal to Vancouver (the Canadian Rockies are a fantastic sight when viewed from a train). After a few weeks my dad would leave the NY metropolitan area for a five-week trek to Vancouver rock hounding along the way without the benefit of having children asking “are we there yet” six times a day. At any rate – we’d hook up in Vancouver, say our goodbyes to the relatives, and hit the road for a ten-or-so-day drive back to New Jersey. I vividly recall that they used silver dollars as money back west (Montana mostly). It was there that my dad picked up several (several hundred?) Morgan and Peace dollars out of pocket change. In the mid-1980s my folks' home was burgled and most of the silver dollars disappeared – these are two of the 10 or so survivors we picked up during those trips.
Forty-something year old memories in those Peace dollars. Oh, if I only knew then what I know now.







The two Peace dollars I shot have a story that goes with them. When I was a boy (late 50s, early 60’s) I used to travel every other summer from NYC to Vancouver B.C. with my sister and mother. Sometimes we flew a Connie cross the U.S. to Seattle then up to Vancouver in a DC-3. Sometimes we took the train to Montreal and caught the Canadian Pacific from Montreal to Vancouver (the Canadian Rockies are a fantastic sight when viewed from a train). After a few weeks my dad would leave the NY metropolitan area for a five-week trek to Vancouver rock hounding along the way without the benefit of having children asking “are we there yet” six times a day. At any rate – we’d hook up in Vancouver, say our goodbyes to the relatives, and hit the road for a ten-or-so-day drive back to New Jersey. I vividly recall that they used silver dollars as money back west (Montana mostly). It was there that my dad picked up several (several hundred?) Morgan and Peace dollars out of pocket change. In the mid-1980s my folks' home was burgled and most of the silver dollars disappeared – these are two of the 10 or so survivors we picked up during those trips.
Forty-something year old memories in those Peace dollars. Oh, if I only knew then what I know now.








There are two ways to conquer and enslave a nation. One is by the sword. The other is by debt.
–John Adams, 1826
–John Adams, 1826
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Sorry about your burglary. I know also how it feels to lose coins as my entire collection was stolen while in graduate school. A complete fractional currency set and a lot of early copper was among the coins. Funny thing is I worried more that some idiot would clean them more than that I might never recover them. Like kids in a way oddly.
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