As a novice writer a rule learned along the way was to not allow the subject to become about the writer. To do so opens the door for arrogance, a sense that one is authoritative and the words become fact. To be certain there are experts in various fields and subjects. Having read many well written books and articles by them, the writer does not enter the readers thoughts but instead remains focused on the content. This above all else makes for a great read. An exception to this rule would be an autobiography, which in a sense this unusual blog may well be considered. Enjoy!
Due to recent events I felt compelled to write about myself, while at the same time reflective of those within the hobby. My journey down the road began in 1974 in a manner few born after 1980 could relate to. Before the advent of the digital age, which still seems like yesterday in my mind, both old and young socialized with one another in the physical form rather than electronic. What I mean by this is, fathers would be commonly seen throwing a baseball around with their sons. Summer vacations in the back of a station wagon (an SUV for those not old enough to remember), weekends at long gone amusement parks.As for us youngsters, running around the neighborhood from the time our feet hit the floor until our mothers were screaming our names after dark. Somewhere in between we began collecting things. Baseball cards, stamps and coins. For myself this came in an organization no longer popular these days, the Boy Scouts. I needed a merit badge to get one step closer to the ultimate and elusive Eagle badge. Sadly, I never made it that far. However, reflecting back, that embroidered patch pales in comparison to the old blue folders filled so many years ago. Which I still possess. Those dusty little objects transporting me back to my youth as I gaze upon them from time to time.
As time progressed, and despite that thing called life hampering my collecting, an appreciation for those circular metal discs arose. I began looking at them from a historical viewpoint. Not so much from the when or the why they existed, but the who. More along the lines of who held them, what were they used for or where they had been. In time, intrigued by their design, I began buying books which quickly escalated in numbers. Followed in short time by a local coin club, then a major one. Little had I known at the time how this was to be the very foundation as to why I collect. Although I look upon coinage as small works of art able to be held in one's hand, without the many like minded people I have met along the way I somehow do not think the passion I have would be as strong. With the appreciation of coinage and the friendship gained through interaction at times I felt compelled to share my finds with others who in my mind would enjoy them far more than I ever could. In talking with and reading their many postings and blogs I am reminded of this quite frequently. That a coins true value is not of a monetary one. To that, for years I have been hoarding every bicentennial issued coin which found me. Literally hundreds of rolls in as many years. Because of one such reply to another's forum posting, I began releasing them into circulation. If only a handful of those who discover them as I did find a similar fascination then my mission is complete.
Thanks for reading!
Oh? And Mal is correct. The beard was 15-3/8 inches before the masks, and yes, I can hula hoop in a Cheerio!