A Penny, Lira, Peso, Etc, For Your Thoughts

So, you were asking how it was that I began collecting foreign coins.  You weren’t??!  Well, get with the program here.  I’ve got an ego to support.  Alright, don’t beg.  I will reveal all.

Once upon a time….I like that opening so much more than, “In the beginning”!  My father had a few coins tucked away in a fireproof cashbox.  They included some old Canadian large-pennies, bigger than quarters.  They were fifty years old or more, I’m embarrassed to say I sneaked a few out to buy penny candy.  No wonder the store keeper was so happy to accept them.  In a fit of remorse, I bought a bunch back for him when I was in my forties, at a dollar apiece.

He also had a few foreign coins.  He may have just picked them out of pocket change, or he may have got them from servicemen returning from Europe when he was stationed in Halifax during W.W. II.  However he got them, as a Scottish child, I was always interested in money.  Money maybe, but not always coins.  I worked in a bank for almost a year.  An 18 year-old kid, and I walked seventeen $1000 bills a mile down the street one day, but still had no real interest in coins.

When I worked at the metal-fab plant, I liked to take my breaks and lunches with the guys in the plant.  If I stayed at/near my desk, there was always somebody asking, “Can you check this?  Can you phone this guy?”  As I’ve said, the list of nationalities working there was varied.  The other young guy in my department was born before me, during the Second World War, and was brought to Canada as soon as they could get out, after hostilities ended.  I asked him one day what country, and found that, by the time he emigrated; he had lived in three countries, and never left the house.  They kept re-aligning the borders.  His family was *German*, but he was born in Austria, then his village became part of Hungary, and finally settled in Czechoslovakia.

Especially around vacation time, I would hear guys say, “I’m going home to see my parents.” Or, “I just got back from visiting my grandparents.”  Often I would ask where – Poland, Portugal, Italy, Romania.  One day one of them said, “I’ve still got some coins left from the trip,” and pulled them out.  The first ones were Polish, I believe.  I oohed and aahed, and he asked, “Do you want them?”  I never saw the bus coming.  I said, sure.  Not even knowing what to do with them, I showed them to the wife, and left them on the dresser.

A couple of days later, one of the other guys said, “You took some Polish coins from Potrzebi, would you like my Portuguese pesetas?”  Oh great, can’t insult him.  Sure.  I went back into the office and commented on how I had just acquired coins from two European countries, and a newly hired female clerk piped up, “I just came here from Peru.  Would you like some Peruvian coins?”  Well, the genie’s out of the bottle now, might as well.

Now I started watching for foreign coins, and discovered that there were quite a few floating around, if you kept your eyes open for them.  I also started asking guys in the plant, “Going home to Jamaica at Christmas?  Bring me a few coins back.”

Strangely enough at that time, I could not find a local coin club.  There was one in the smaller city fifteen miles away, so, once a month I would drive over and attend a meeting.  They were concentrated on Canadian coins, with maybe some American, but there were always a couple of dealers with a slush-box which included cheap foreign coinage that I could buy for ten, or twenty-five cents each.  One night, at the club auction, I went wild and spent two dollars for a two-headed coin.  It’s a British, Churchill commemorative Crown, with the Queen on the front, and bull-dog Winston on the back.  It’s the only legal English coin with the face of anyone but a monarch on it.  They say Cromwell doesn’t count.  He was just a usurper.

As people found out about my foreign coins, I got more and more donations from people who got stuck with them in change.  My wife’s twenty-year-older sister was a Catholic nun who was a house-mother to foreign female teen-age students at an English convent boarding school.  It used to be a sign of good luck to place money in the wall of a newly erected building.  The convent decided that they wished the dining hall renovated, and the beautiful, old, dark, oak wainscoting was ripped off the walls.  Out rolled this thin, quarter-sized coin.

Our nun picked it up.  At first she thought it was something from a game, perhaps like Monopoly, something one of the girls had shoved in.  As she looked at it, she realized it was a real coin, worn till it was almost illegible, but real.  She saved it, and when her contract was up and she returned to Canada, she gave it to me.  It turned out to be a silver, Edward II, short-cross sixpence.  It was minted between 1547 and 1552, the years of his reign.  Back then, they didn’t date coins.  It’s badly worn, but still worth about $25.

I have coins from places like Russia, and Cuba, where coins aren’t legally allowed to leave.  Collecting foreign coins is an exercise in both geography and history.  Where’s that coin from?  South Pacific?  Where exactly?  British East Africa?  That’s Mali now.  French West Africa?  That’s Zimbabwe.

I have WW II coins, both from free France, with their Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite motto, and from German-occupied France, where the Nazi-imposed motto was Travail, Famille, Patrie – Work, Family, Homeland.

The best historical run of coins I have starts with the Weimar Republic, soon to be incorporated into the newly organized Germany.  I have pre-war German coins and Nazi-German coins. I have East German coins and West German coins.  I have re-unified German coins, and finally German-minted Euro coins.

I have over 500 coins, from over 100 countries, and still keep an eye out for more.  The Scotsman has found that money isn’t just for saving, or occasionally, grudgingly, for spending.  It can be fun, and educational.

12 thoughts on “A Penny, Lira, Peso, Etc, For Your Thoughts

  1. kayjai says:

    Nice Archon. I don’t have any old coins, otherwise I’d send them on out to you.


  2. whiteladyinthehood says:

    So you are a numismatist! (I pulled out the fancy words just for you, Archon!)


    • Archon's Den says:

      Nice pull! Are you in that writing course yet? Savor, of the folly and wrong men and divorce commented….twice, after a previous mention of coins. “Got a coffee, and reading. Numismatist? I’ll be right back.” Three minutes later, a new post, “So, you collect coins?!”


  3. Jim Wheeler says:

    Numismatics is more common, and I’m told more lucrative, than philately, which I have found is not lucrative at all. Unless, that is, one has happened to invest in really rare stamps like the Graf Zeppelins, which I didn’t. I have one airmail showing a zeppelin, but none of the really rare ones. But I did find satisfaction collecting U.S. stamps dating back to when I was born in 1937, plus the airmails going back to 1918, minus the Zeps. It would be cost-prohibitive, I discovered, to go back much farther than that, and the stamps are much less artful back then as well. Dull, really. Mostly pictures of old, dead white guys and buildings. However, the more modern subjects are a nice subset of cultural markers of my country’s times and issues. I stopped adding in 1983 when it became apparent that the USPS was upping its issues to exploit the collectors, sometimes printing sheets of 50 different varieties (state flags). Nowadays even cartoon characters are fair game for stamp subjects. (Is nothing sacred?)

    [For you young readers, “airmail” refers to special, more-expensive postage that applied if you wanted your snail mail to travel by airplane rather than truck or pony. In those days, stores actually sold thinner, light-weight stationery (writing paper) and envelopes for airmail because it was weight-limited. Sometimes, children, people then actually wrote more than one page at a time and mailed them all at once. Amazing, huh?]

    I’m glad you brought up the collecting subject, Archon. It made me get my stamps out.


    • Archon's Den says:

      Collecting anything with the intent, or hope, of making money is almost as deluded as buying lottery tickets. One in a hundred might succeed, with a lot of work. I only get involved with things I have an intense interest in.


  4. This is part of what makes me sad about the Euro—they eliminated all those cool national currencies. That was part of the fun in going to another country, was looking at the money.


  5. Archon's Den says:

    With finances and medical preventing European trips, coins and bills were one way to enjoy. Each Euro country mints and prints their own coins and bills, but to a basic design. Like American bills, they’re *different* but all look the same. I’m closing in on completing the 50 USA state quarters. I need five or six. Perhaps our trip to metro Detroit late Sept. will narrow or close the gap.


  6. Nicole says:

    You are so right about foreign coins just floating around. I’ve received more than a few Pesos and Canadian coins back as change over the years. I have a few pfennigs from the late 1940’s as well as currency from Yugoslavia courtesy of my grandparents and their travels. Even have a 1894 5 cent piece from Hong Kong (no idea where that came from). It is quite interesting to think I have currency from governments that technically don’t exist anymore that now exist in a different form.


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