A Golden Inheritance From My Parents

Paul, I'm sorry for your loss. What a great story to go along with a coin, priceless in my opinion. My great grandfather had a cigar box of Morgan & Peace dollars, that I used to go through often as a child. When he passed, the coins were gone forever, what I wouldn't give to handle those coins today. My dad was also born in 1939, he has a double eagle in his belt buckle, that will one day be mine. We too are in Texas, me in Houston, dad in Weatherford. Thanks again for sharing your memories.

My dad packratted anything and everything. When he died I sold all the coins as the estate's PR, for my mom. His modern mint sets didn't interest anyone in the family, but they had some value for the gold.

Last Christmas we visited the family, at their old house. My brother had dug out a box containing a lot of my old stuff, which had been buried for years in dad's pile. After years gone missing, there was the old Whitman book of Lincoln cents my grandpa had given me. As a county treasurer he had diligently filled as many of the holes as he could. Nothing of extraordinary value, except to me.

Thank you for all the kind comments and condolences.

I was blessed to have wonderful parents; loving, devout and kind.

I will admit, that after all the years of waiting for the coin, there is a bit of sadness now that I have it because I know what has happened for me to possess it.

I still have almost all of Dad's rolls of circulated Wheaties. They are in old paper rolls held together with faded tape. Many of them have his scribbling handwriting on them.

He had a small metal box filled with his collection of foreign coins, mostly British pennies and Canadian coins. I have left that box exactly as he left it. I do enjoy looking through the coins in it; a bit of Dad for me.

Great Story! I still have all the coins my Aunt left to me. Never going to sell them.

A wonderful story, one we needed to hear. Thank you for sharing it!

Condolences to you and your family. Mom's always hold a special place in our lives and in our hearts. What I would give, to receive a call from my mom today.

My mom actually helped to start my numismatic journey as well. From the time that I remember, 5 thru 8 years old, she would let me "help" count the change at the credit union she worked at (only employee).

Little did I know, this kept me busy, taught me math, taught me about money, and started my numismatic adventure.

Thank you for sharing this story.

Thanks to all of the moms out there..........

An amazing eagle from the year Al Capone was born.
Great story as well. Thanks for sharing it with us.