WHADIFIND
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Who said you can't go home?
I had a family reunion to go to recently. Of course, I took my Groundhog. I figured I wouldn't be just sitting around telling lies all day.
Anyway, have I said that I just love this hobby? Also, the tricks it plays on you? Well, here's a good one. I'll try to be brief but this one has truly blown me away!
I took a stroll up around my old grammar school, (my goodness!!! the memories!!!). But, I digress.
I thought I would turn up some silver but no, not even a wheatie! Not too surprising though, this area has quite a population of MD-ers around. Still, I managed some clad and the token that I thought was just so fitting. The little figurine I haven't a clue about.
The REAL story is the 1951 Farthing. It's not mine. How do I know? Because I "borrowed" it from my father's collection to take to show and tell at school. MANY, many years ago!!! When it came time to show, my pocket was empty, except the hole.
That's right! I recognized it immediately! The hole in it was there before.
I found the coin that was the cause of a lot of grief in my younger life, (not to mention a rather sore bottom for about a week )
NEVER! Not in a million years would I expect to see it again! I remember coming home after dark that night because I looked over every step of my walk to school on the way home.
How about that for a kick?
Thanks for peeking.
One just NEVER knows what they're gonna find!
HH!
I had a family reunion to go to recently. Of course, I took my Groundhog. I figured I wouldn't be just sitting around telling lies all day.
Anyway, have I said that I just love this hobby? Also, the tricks it plays on you? Well, here's a good one. I'll try to be brief but this one has truly blown me away!
I took a stroll up around my old grammar school, (my goodness!!! the memories!!!). But, I digress.
I thought I would turn up some silver but no, not even a wheatie! Not too surprising though, this area has quite a population of MD-ers around. Still, I managed some clad and the token that I thought was just so fitting. The little figurine I haven't a clue about.
The REAL story is the 1951 Farthing. It's not mine. How do I know? Because I "borrowed" it from my father's collection to take to show and tell at school. MANY, many years ago!!! When it came time to show, my pocket was empty, except the hole.
That's right! I recognized it immediately! The hole in it was there before.
I found the coin that was the cause of a lot of grief in my younger life, (not to mention a rather sore bottom for about a week )
NEVER! Not in a million years would I expect to see it again! I remember coming home after dark that night because I looked over every step of my walk to school on the way home.
How about that for a kick?
Thanks for peeking.
One just NEVER knows what they're gonna find!
HH!
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