It was a warm sunny day at the Philadelphia Mint in 1867. I was
minted. I was a gem seated Liberty dollar. On my fabulous obverse was the Seated
Liberty and on my radiant reverse was an eagle holding in its talons an olive branch
and three arrows. I was designed by the famous Christian Gobrecht himself. Proudly, I
was promptly shipped to a prominent bank. I found myself in a bank teller’s
drawer with many other coins, some old, some new like myself, and in the middle of a
heated discussion.

“Have you heard that a lot of silver coins have been melted?” Said
an 1842 silver dollar.

“What kind of coins?” I asked.

“Mostly foreign, but some silver dollars and half-dollars too,”
explained the old dollar.

“Oh my, I don’t want to be melted! I want to travel and see the
world!” I exclaimed.

Just then a merchant came into the bank to change a 20 dollar gold
piece for dollar coins. The bank teller scooped me out of the drawer and
into the hands of the merchant. I jangled intensely in the merchant’s pocket all the way
back to his General Store. All this jangling and jingling will ruin my luster,
I thought. In the store, I was dumped unceremoniously into the cash register to be promptly
part of the change given to a pioneer who was shopping for supplies. What if
this guy is going to melt me? I worried. But I didn’t have to worry for long because he
tossed me into a milk can in the back of his covered wagon.

“You, brand new silver dollar, are going to keep my milk lasting
longer,” stated the pioneer. “This is going to be one long trip to Oregon!”

It was a long and bumpy trip to Oregon. I clattered and banged all
2,200 miles of the Oregon Trail. I was heavily dinged and relieved to be
removed from the milk can back into the pioneer’s pocket. From Oregon I found myself on
a boat to Seattle. Where in the world am I headed for now? I thought. While the
pioneer was unloading his luggage, a thief pick-pocketed me and he started to run away.
But the pioneer noticed the thief and started to chase him. I found myself to be
an effective distraction when the thief threw me into bunch of bushes. The
pioneer stopped chasing the thief to find me but he could not. I had rolled under
a rock where I rested until the fateful Great Seattle Fire.

The Great Seattle Fire of June 6, 1889, started from glue boiling
over and catching fire. It raged across the city. The fire soon blazed over
my rock and I began to blacken and melt. By the end of the fire I was buried under a
layer of rubble and ash where I lay peacefully until July 20, 2014.

On July 20, 2014, it was Robert’s 9th birthday. Robert lived close
to downtown Seattle where he liked to explore the neighborhoods. His Dad knew
he liked finding things on his explorations and thought he’d like a metal detector
for his birthday. Robert decided to try out his metal detector in an empty lot at
the end of his street. His father came with him. Together they started scanning the lot.
The boy heard a bleep from the metal detector and started to dig furiously. 

At the bottom of his hole, he found me. He lifted me up and cried
out, “Dad, I’ve found a silver dollar!”

“Wow, kid. That’s some first find,” Dad remarked.

I was so glad to be finally found. I had a very exciting trip but
it’s good to be back in someone’s hands.