So I had one more free day before I start six straight days of work. K and I went back to her grandmother's house. We'd hit the front and side yard but today was to get the back yard. What a great day for me. I pulled up 8 wheaties, a 1935 Buffalo, and an 1899 Canadian dime. It's my oldest coin to date and into the 1800's by 1 year.
I always ponder the life of the old coins I had. Who had them? How did they get lost? What was the weather like that day? What were they dealing with?
It was a good couple of days for me, despite the fact that I'm sunburned on the back of my neck
I always ponder the life of the old coins I had. Who had them? How did they get lost? What was the weather like that day? What were they dealing with?
It was a good couple of days for me, despite the fact that I'm sunburned on the back of my neck
