What Is Your Most Senitmental Valued Coin And Why?

Family, History, and Coins.....amazing how all three share a part in these stories.

Thanks to all for sharing.

I belong to quite fes coin sites. And have made some very good friends.
The coins that meen the most to me have been sent as RAOK from fiends I have made.
Stands for Random Act of Kindness. One of my good friends passed away and the coins we traded and
ones he gave me will never leave my collection.
Also have some crisp $2.00 bills my mother gave me about 50 years ago. These meen a lot also.

I have a coin, well make that had a coin that belonged to my grandmother. I inherited it from her when she passed on and just recently gave it to my daughter. It's a 1922 Peace dollar that was turned in to a broach.

A Soviet 20 copecks 1932.
I got it (if I remember correctly) around 2001 (so I was approximately nine back then)... to be exact, I noticed a strange circular piece of dirt on one of the tables, and just happened to recognize the (barely visible) coin design from a mathematical book set in the early 1930s which I really liked back then (it's by Yakov Perelman; I've since started to like his other books much more).
My "collection" had, for the next several years (until late 2010), been in constant turnover between me, my father, and being misplaced (a lot of the misplaced part was probably never recovered when we moved in 2006); I can think of maybe half a dozen more coins that I probably had since 2004 or earlier, but most of them are pretty literally nothing to be proud of (the main exception being the Mongolian 2 mongo 1959 piece, which still gets at most second place because it doesn't have such a funny backstory).

Oh, and the way that 20 copeck got so dirty (it's literally almost black, and the date is only visible at some angles)? Apparently it was a botched cleaning attempt by my father. So there's why it's bad to clean coins

My F/XF 1908 IHC.

There's a story here.

When I was seven years old, my sister (who is half-Native American) received a beautiful 1878 IHC for Christmas--1878 being 100 years before her birth. I idolized my big sis, and dreamed of being a pretty Indian princess like she was (nobody had explained to me yet that not all Native American women were princesses)--and so was extremely jealous of that coin. One of my cousins noticed and was totally charmed--so he picked up a 1908 IHC for me for my birthday, "from oh-eight because you're eight". That coin sat on my dresser, revered and oohed and aahed over, for three weeks.

Then someone broke into our home.

We lost over $2000 worth of stuff--VHS tapes (this was in the days before DVDs), CDs, my mother's cassette collection (these were also still a thing), a selection from our Nintendo and Super Nintendo games . . . and, from my room, three things.

A stack containing all three cassette tapes I owned--two of which I had just gotten for my birthday.
A collector's Barbie, also for my birthday, still in her box.

And my precious Indian Princess coin.


You can imagine the rage and tears for yourself; most of my birthday presents were gone, and all of them were things I'd really, really wanted. I angrily refused offers to replace them (I regret to say that when someone bought me a copy of one of the cassette tapes, I actually smashed it out of anger and didn't own another copy of it until I was 13) and for many years didn't even think about collecting.


Then I started working at Circle K. And one day I broke open a roll of pennies, and guess what came spilling out . . .

. . . I swear it's the same one I lost. It's in the same general condition and while there are no nice neat identifying marks, something in my heart--even if it's just the hopeless-romantic part of me--says that this is the coin that was taken from me, and that it spent the last 15 years slowly traveling across the country, finding its way back home.


And that is why someday I will be rich and famous and have a complete set of IHC in AU or better, except for my 1908. She has a home, and she's staying in it, for keeps.

when my grandpa died each of the grandchildren (9 of us) got an ice cream pail FULL of misc change (he was a bit of a hoarder). I cleaned the pennies and cashed in the silver (at $3 an oz).

last year I found a rare mint error (in circulation), sold it and bought back all the stuff that I 'gave away' as a teenager, and started a world type set.

my favorite coin? ALL OF THEM

I don't have a great story about it, but my great grandfather had an 1853 Half Dime that he left to me when he died. I was just 9(?) when he died so my mother held onto it until last year. At 25 I guess she thought I was old enough to understand how special it was, so she gave it to me. I also have a 1918 (maybe S mint, but I cant be sure)Mercury dime and a box of Ikes from him.