Thea has often mentioned that there are many ways in which her father and I are alike. It’s scary sometimes. I’ve had a hoard of cash since my early teens. It’s nothing fancy. There’s nothing that would be termed collectible in it. There’s just always been something about the odd coin that I found appealing. Most of this collection I can’t honestly tell you where I found/acquired it. Some of it came from a couple of friends who found out I had a small stash. They had an even smaller stash. Since mine was bigger it ate theirs. That also means that I don’t know where they got theirs from. Heck, a lot of it I can’t even tell you what it is. The one with the seahorse? It’s shiny. So it must be shine-ese.
My Dad has jars and jars of coins from various countries he’s visited or lived in. (We lived in Japan for three years, for example.) I’ve photographed many of them and always found it fascinating, but was never compelled to collect any myself.
I suppose I (or my siblings) will have to sort through all that in a few years….