"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
Since I never had a pet named Queenie, I'm going to be talking about quarters today. During the war (WWII) and afterward, as he traveled all across the country as a heavy duty equipment operator, Daddy collected coins. My earliest memories around this were in the years we lived on Cooks Road. The collection was stored in a Mason Jar and in an old Pinocchio plastic bank. Everything in the collection was solid silver. Lots of Indian head nickles, quarters of various types from over the years, a couple even from the 1800's. Standing liberty, sitting liberty, liberty heads, etc.There were a few pieces of money from the war. But what captured my imagination the most, was the dollar bill he had, printed as currency for Hawaii before it was a state!
This is not Daddy's. It's one I found on the internet. You see, Hawaii was a territory of the U.S. and didn't achieve statehood until 1959. There was something about a state being so new that appealed to me.
There were many times we hauled out that old coinage and looked at it, and talked about it on the yellow dinner table. We kept right on adding to it, too. There was nothing in the collection worth exceeding money. Just memories and a connection that spanned from Daddy's single days to me and my own children. Both of which have been allowed to take the bill to school when study made it appropriate.
What about you? Any collections, hobbies or interests that spanned generations and connected you together?
Thanks for sharing!