Of course it's Thursday - it's Thanksgiving. But did I realize that yesterday when I needed to be writing this post? Not so much. However, this Thanksgiving is a quiet affair, and as I have a bit of time before a family zoom call, I'm writing up this piece.
I've spent a lot of time remembering family the last two weeks. I sorted through some of my family's coins, recalling stories from my mother's side of the family. My dad's brother and wife came to visit, bringing more stories and memories. My mother dug up Dad's Navy gear, which led to some show and tell and more reminiscing.
I'm pretty sure these coins originally came from my great aunt. Top row is an 1856 penny next to a 1941 steely penny. My sister was amazed at how big the older penny is. The bottom row is a three-cent nickle (I had to look that one up), a half dime and a dime, from 1866, 1839 and 1900. The half dime is so tiny and thin! How did people not loose them all the time, especially if they were kept in the same purse as those pennies?