Its blackened metal has been worn smooth by time and use, the words and images barely visible.
I hold this half cent on my palm in wonder…
How many hand did it pass through before it landed in mine?
Its blackened metal has been worn smooth by time and use, the words and images barely visible.
I hold this half cent on my palm in wonder…
How many hand did it pass through before it landed in mine?
I bet that coin could tell us many stories.
It would be fascinating to know wouldn’t it?
Lovely!
Thank you!
Don’t know why I didn’t think of sharing a coin. What a good idea! We’ve been going through my Mom’s things after her death, and there were several old, worn-down coins. We’re just hanging onto them — for who knows what reason!
To be honesty I didn’t think of it my husband did. Similarly his dad passed away this spring and this was one of the coins from his collection
That’s a lovely relic, rich with hidden stories. I love how worn it looks….
I love the worn look too. We have a few other coins that are supposed to be worth more and are in shinier condition but I like to imagine how the worn ones got that way far better than looking at a pristine coin that someone never used.
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Hi, It’s Susanne popping over from AdventuresAroundScotland after you found me on Pitch Party.
I love this simple post and photograph, very thought provoking. An everyday object but with plenty of stories I bet 🙂
It’s an if only it could talk situation for sure, thanks for popping over! 🙂
oh my gosh, what a find! And I agree, how many hands have held it, pocketed it, flipped it, and what tales and trails those people must have experienced.