Thea has been going through her mother’s house getting it ready to be estate-sale’d. One of the realizations that we’ve touched upon is that her parents didn’t really have very many keepsakes. What bric-a-brac there is there’s no history behind it. Sure there’s china and silverware but it’s not “Aunt Edna’s China” and “Uncle Andrew’s silverware”. Without any connection, as a collection, it’s just junk.
So Leroy had a lot of South Vietnamese money. “Was he in Vietnam War?” “I guess so.” Cuban 20-Centavos? Did he train or just vacation in Cuba? Turkish nickel? German pfennig? A six-pence? We know that the Australian money is from visiting family. But that’s about all that I’ve been told. The rest, I’ll just have to make up … from his days as a spy (that’s it). A spy for a very secret branch of the Southern Baptist Church.
The “spy for a very secret branch of the Southern Baptist Church” part sounds eerily like some of the youth-oriented Christian novels that started coming out in the late 1980s or early ’90s. I read a few, but quickly saw them for the poor imitations of real novels that they were…
Still, if theocracy ever rears its ugly head again, it might be a possibility. 😉