My mother was throwng stuff out again. She got into Dad's coin collection. "You father saved silver certificate dollars. 1 of your brothers must have traded regular dollars for them. Here's the bundle. I'll take 10 & you take 10 and we'll save the rest."
"No, mom. These are Dad's poker dollars." I know she & I have had this discussion at least twice before over the years. "No, Dad is not visiting strip clubs with wads of singles - he's playing bluff poker with the serial #s. See? 11111515. Really good hand."
But Mom wants legal tender so I selected my 10 carefully and left her the rest. I accept this 10 as payment for locating one of her cordless phones and her passport.
Note: I do not see these mislaid items as any reflection on her memory. I assured her that if her teenage son's book report was discovered /in the freezer/ than anyone can put something down in a weird place & forget. No worries! It's almost always a case of needing a free hand to pick something else up. Plus the passport was under a stack of papers. I located a dozen small black rectangles before hitting the jackpot. :)
But back to Dad's coins. I think I told you before that when I was a kid there was always these 2 small picture frames sitting on the bookshelf. They held a backdrop of green velvet and glued onto that velvet were 3 coins and 4 coins. Coins with details worn down by years of use and then fingers petting them in the frame. We knew they were German and very old but not much else. We supposed some ancestor framed them as symbols of where they'd come from.
Today it occurred to me that they were 1800s. Instead of vague general symbols of "germany" might they be instead even more personal? Like maybe the pocket change carried by someone just landed in a new world? Like perhaps the ONLY thing left they could carry on such a journey? I must wonder if they even had the chance to spend it here? Did they have the chance but stubbornly hung on to these tiny metal reminders? These touchstones?
Mom tossed them ages ago. They were german!, not her family, and with the glue could not be sold. Worthless. But I think about them and wonder what story was lost in Time.
I have a portion of Dad's coins from other countries. Sure, worthless, but still kinda cool. No German coins in the lot. ;)
Mom is taking his silver coins to a pawn shop to get "real money". Yes, she'll prob get less than they are worth but they are hers to dispose of. C'est le vie.
Meanwhile, I have been to the dentist (on a horse with no name!) and she ground one of my teeth down to a little nub in prep for...another crown. I wear my crowns in my mouth. :/