|
I still have my hand-me-down jar of 1943 steel pennies, all pretty well banged up.
When my granddaughter was in 4th or 5th grade. we picked out the best ones and she took them to school to give to each of her classmates and teacher.
Her teacher confiscated them and told her to bring them back, that her Papa Jim was obviously too addled to know the value of his gifts.
While it is true that a really nice one might go for ten bucks or more, most of the ones I sent were in the two bit range and I had to call the teacher to assure her I could afford the ten dollar handout.
Now if I had sent a 1944....
|