Lost?

On topic, off coin subject: about 2 weeks ago I ran out of staples, so I bought some at a retail store. Today I was moving items around on a shelf and found a box half full.

I can use brain damage as an excuse, but I just forgot where I put them.

I think the real horror of this is if they are really gone and they were momentos of grand parents and/or parents, they are worth an awful lot more than the coin value. As far as I'm concerned any thing a parent gives you is priceless. Your wife may not think so but then those were your relatives.
As to memories. I recently read somewhere that door ways are part of the culprits. As you go through a doorway, there is sort of an invisable barrier that swipes accross your brain and minimizes your ability to remember why you just passed through there. Ever notice how often you forget why you went into a different room? Why you just walked out to the garage? Why did you go outside? You were in the bedroom and went to the kitchen, why? In some homes that doorway barrier is stronger that in other places.
Some scientist attribute the possibilities of an alternate universe and doorways are sort of pathways between them.
So the next time you forget why you went somewhere, look to see how many doorways you passed through.

It's not your fault - it's that German guy who's hiding things in people's houses...

Well, yesterday after my last post I went to the basement and tore half of our boxes open before I had to stop. While I found some pretty cool stuff that I forgot I had, no coins were found.

I will continue to look, and hopefully I'll find them soon.

Josh

I feel for you I lost my farthings the same way.

Sinter Klause?

Having severe TBI I understand the forgetful part all too well. A few years ago I decided I wanted to start stacking silver. I remembered that I had almost twenty silver art bars with different guns on them I had been given as a gift years ago. Well, after about four or so PCS moves finding them in my "box collection" in the shed was going to be a daunting task.

I dug for a week straight but no bars. What I did find was two plastic shoe boxes labeled "coins". One was full of foreign currency and coins that I had collected over the years and through all of my travels. The other contained a handfull of pre 64 silver US coins and Ike dollars I had been given after my Grandfather had died. That day a coin collector was born again.

That discovery slowly led me on the path to where I am now with collecting. I remember socking away all of those old coins thinking I would put them in some sort of a collection one day. Well, being retired young and 100% disabled that day had come. It led to my parents passing down the rest of my Grandpas coins to me last Christmas.

Oh, and I remembered where the art bars went too. Having been a gift from an ex girlfriend before I had met my wife I had remembered running into them one day while searching boxes a few years prior. I said to myself, "Self, if my wife ever asks me about these she will kick my butt if I tell her who they came from." so then I said to myself..."Self, silver ain't worth anything and never will be. Go ahead and throw those almost twenty bars of junky silver bars in the garbage" So I did...

Live and learn.