● Next Meeting Status:
Cancelled
● Host Society for the
BANS 2011 Congress
held in Southport
Who Am I?
Shh! Listen! What’s that noise; the clink of the lock? He never visits us much in summer; it’s usually wintertime when he’s most active. What can it be this time, I wonder; some new resident coming in or one of us going out? Maybe to another collection, via an auction or dealer, or even to some other member of his coin society.
The doors are opening -
And here I am now. Well, look at me, hardly a scratch or a scuff -
Hold on!
The copper trays are back in their places. Oh no! He’s moving down now past the threepenny
bits, the groats -
Now then, where’s he going? He’s past the cupronickel, past Victoria, the Georges, Queen Anne and me. He’s looking at the hammered now, and moving some around, making some room amongst the Charles I and the Commonwealth. Is this a new arrival? I do hope it isn’t a coin of Cromwell he’s putting in with us, it’ll be Civil War all over again, and in a cabinet this size it doesn’t bear thinking about!
No, from what those around me say, it’s a siege piece from Newark. Well, polish me!
If he hasn’t some stories to tell! We’ve got ‘em all in here you know, some boasting
to be over two thousand years old. There’s foreigners who have been given a new identity
by stamping with a steam press. They call themselves English Dollars now! Debased
money from the time of Henry VIII -
Ah well, it seems like the funny shaped one from Newark has settled in now, and the doors are closing. The light’s going.... Peace, it won’t be forever. No doubt I’ll be moved on one day, maybe bump into some of my old mates, but not too hard I hope.
When you’ve been in here as long as I have, you tend to forget who you are, and how you got here. My head is so close to the paper ticket with my pedigree on that I can’t make it out. Do you know who I am?
Where to next?
To see my picture, hover your cursor over the small coin