A Coin's Life

It's the mysteries we have to fill in, maybe it was the change back from going to his first Greta Garbo movie, maybe the coin he found in the gutter on a really bad day. Thanks for sharing and feel free to make it all up, that is what I did, the only part I know for sure is I got the 3 pence in a bulk load last year, and it has a D mintmark.

I could not have said it better my self, thanks Matthew.

This is not a history lesson it's a creative writing project. I hope someone out there has a Morgan that was stole by the James gang, and then years later stole by Dillinger.

Use that as a teaser Henry, a starting point, and tell the "Life Story" of your coin

I can sense stories brewing and don't be afraid of taking the coin into the future. The coin you just got doesn't have to end it's story with you, or a coin that you sold years ago could still have a story to tell.

Edit:

Wonderful Idea, I have a 1765 Russian 5 Kopek made of copper, larger than a Morgan. Some of my ancestors are from Russia who knows maybe my great-great-great-grand mother used it to buy dinner once. Same with my 1880's German Empire coins, nothing special but maybe my grandfather's dad brought some over in his pocket.

The only rule on this post is...

"BE the Coin"

I don't even care if you have the coin, or have ever had it, just have fun with the story.

Lovely, Thank You Jbuck

Who knew jbuck was such an old softy?

Nice job.

I remember traveling through space as just some particles of something. I remember being sucked into a large hot pile of gasses and being forced to combine with other but not similar to me things. Now it's us, no longer just me bouncing around in this hot mass of stuff. Suddenly we are blown out and away back into the space I was in but alone then. We now speed on and on and on until we combine with many other odd pieces of materials. Suddenly we find we are going to crash into a large mass of material and end up in a pile of other stuff like ourselves.
One day some creatures using machines take many of us to a place and again we are exposed to really hot stuff. We are now all melted together into what now appears to be something called metal. We are layed out flat, run into a place where there is more machines making all sorts of noices. Then we are run into those and although we all want to scream with pain, we can not since we do not have the ability to do so. Finally all of us are dumped into large bags as small round objects called coins. None of us are no longer individuals but a collective object called coins.
Now I find myself and many others in the hands of a thing called a human being. He sort of hates us so he takes us to a place where we are all melted back into a pile of metal sort of back to where we all were not long ago.
Will this ever end?

I am a 1999 Canadian proof-like $2 coin, affectionately known as a toonie. I was born that year at the Winnipeg mint and, along with six other proof-like coins, became a part of a 1999 mint set. We were purchased that year and became a part of a gentleman's coin collection. The seven of us became great friends and did everything together. Life was happy and we enjoyed our home.

After a few years of peace, something went drastically wrong. My memory is still foggy from the experience, but we were taken away by someone else and forcibly removed from our holder. We suffered the first scratches of our lives against each other as we were pocketed, and I was spent the next day for something insignificant at a nearby store. Never again would I see any of my six friends.

I began a life which I was not created for: a circulation coin. I started to receive the marks of wear against other coins, and my proof-like finish gradually became duller. I met other 1999 toonies out there, but they all had a different design commemorating Nunavut Territory, not a polar bear like I had. Other years of toonies had polar bears, but I never met another 1999 like myself.

The years went by and I travelled here and there in Western Canada. Gradually I noticed changes in the other coins I met. Coins made of plated steel began to replace the nickel coins that once were everywhere, and early in 2013 all the pennies seemed to vanish almost overnight. The other coins told me of something called the Alloy Recovery Program, in which older coins were withdrawn from circulation and melted for their metal content by the Royal Canadian Mint. I was also told that one day, just as the pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters had been melted, that the same thing would eventually happen with pre-2012 loonies and toonies! I was shocked! How could the mint, which created me to be a collector's special coin, doom me to end up in the melting pot as mere scrap metal, just because a new coin could be made for a few cents cheaper? However, there was nothing I could do about it, and the sight of the new 2012 toonies with the security marks on them spoke to me of my eventual demise.

But December 15th, 2013 was the day of my turnaround. That Sunday morning I was in Saskatoon, and I was put in an envelope at a church and given in the offering. Shortly thereafter I was pulled out of the envelope and tossed in a tray with other loonies and toonies. I saw 5 men sorting the money, and I suddenly became aware that one of the men was staring at me. He said nothing, but picked me up, looked at me for a second or two, and put me back on the tray with the rest. Just curious about my different color, I thought. But as he continued to perform his duties, he kept glancing back at me again and again, with a look on his face like he was searching his brain for some bit of trivia. Still not speaking, he picked me up again and placed me on the table beside where he was working. Shortly thereafter the man also put a brand new 2013 toonie next to me, and then a 2007P American dime. When he finished what he was doing, the man pulled $4.10 in coins out of his wallet, which he put with the offering money, and he stuck the three of us in his pocket next to his wallet. After he and his wife got home, he told her that he has to check his facts, but he thought he had come across a special toonie that had been pulled from a mint set. Finally, someone realized what I really was! He showed me to his wife, who said that I looked like any other toonie to her. The man did check his facts, and he confirmed his suspicions about me. Although a quiet guy who didn't express himself much, I could tell that he was thrilled to have found me! The feeling was mutual! My two new friends went to fill gaps in his coin folders, but he put me in a 2x2 flip, labelled "1999 Canada $2, impaired proof-like. SCARCE". Although worse for wear, I was finally home again in someone's collection, as I had been created to be.









Thanks for reading this! Hope it wasn't too long!

just carl,
A sad story which needed to be told.
rusty f,
You got it! The coin relating its own story brings the story alive.
Thanks so much.