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PENNYS
PENNIES
Ever since I began picking cucumbers, I've had this desire to collect coins. I was around10 years old when I started working for my summer spending money down in the orchards, and fields in the valley bordered by different size cities, towns, industrial, commercial, residential and just simple family farmers. My two brothers and me had school buddys that had picked cucumbers before and invited us one summer in this very painful back breaking, money making filthy dirty job, and we were grateful for it. Key word: 'were.'
Even though we had to get up before sunrise and do it until the picking season played out for cucumbers, there was light at the end of the tunnel. But, by then we were just beginning to have fun, until suckered into picking up potatoes behind a tractor. Some picked beans, though. Then it was time to join in on the fun and games on another farm, picking blueberries. There was once, a few years later, I took a ferry over to an island and picked cherries, also for summer money.
During lunch, and being picked up to go home, we usually walked a short way up the road to the busy main road where it made it easier for being picked up, or catching the bus. Close to the bus stop, there was an old white colored shack containing old pop and candy machines, and snacks im sure. On a few occasions, my change got stuck. There weren't any adults around, so I commenced to beating up on that rip off mean machine that took my money. This happened enough times that after the season was over, I actually said goodbye, and waved slightly to it through the car window, when we drove by it for the last time.
The reason my money had gotten stuck was somebody tried using coins from different countrys in it. The cojns must have gotten stuck, somewhere in a little nitch somewhere in the change mechanism, allowing the machine to function properly, at times, to still be continually refilled with its product. And maybe the owner was too busy reloading product in it, so quickly dumped the change into a bag, with not knowing its parasite of coins it harbored, and moved on to the next machine. This could have been going on for years. A 1937 Buffalo nickel once came out, and lots of other old american coins, and like I said, other coins from different countrys. There were a few tax tokens and old bus tokens as well. Beating on it and rocking that machine provided me with the start of my first coin collection. I lost that one somewhere, somehow, but I keep starting over.
So far, I've collected so many different collections of different things in my life, it seems I'm collecting collections. I've even bought multiple collections and partial collections in the past at the same time, or even only one thing. But thats another story.
Besides something extremely awesome in just...
Ever since I began picking cucumbers, I've had this desire to collect coins. I was around10 years old when I started working for my summer spending money down in the orchards, and fields in the valley bordered by different size cities, towns, industrial, commercial, residential and just simple family farmers. My two brothers and me had school buddys that had picked cucumbers before and invited us one summer in this very painful back breaking, money making filthy dirty job, and we were grateful for it. Key word: 'were.'
Even though we had to get up before sunrise and do it until the picking season played out for cucumbers, there was light at the end of the tunnel. But, by then we were just beginning to have fun, until suckered into picking up potatoes behind a tractor. Some picked beans, though. Then it was time to join in on the fun and games on another farm, picking blueberries. There was once, a few years later, I took a ferry over to an island and picked cherries, also for summer money.
During lunch, and being picked up to go home, we usually walked a short way up the road to the busy main road where it made it easier for being picked up, or catching the bus. Close to the bus stop, there was an old white colored shack containing old pop and candy machines, and snacks im sure. On a few occasions, my change got stuck. There weren't any adults around, so I commenced to beating up on that rip off mean machine that took my money. This happened enough times that after the season was over, I actually said goodbye, and waved slightly to it through the car window, when we drove by it for the last time.
The reason my money had gotten stuck was somebody tried using coins from different countrys in it. The cojns must have gotten stuck, somewhere in a little nitch somewhere in the change mechanism, allowing the machine to function properly, at times, to still be continually refilled with its product. And maybe the owner was too busy reloading product in it, so quickly dumped the change into a bag, with not knowing its parasite of coins it harbored, and moved on to the next machine. This could have been going on for years. A 1937 Buffalo nickel once came out, and lots of other old american coins, and like I said, other coins from different countrys. There were a few tax tokens and old bus tokens as well. Beating on it and rocking that machine provided me with the start of my first coin collection. I lost that one somewhere, somehow, but I keep starting over.
So far, I've collected so many different collections of different things in my life, it seems I'm collecting collections. I've even bought multiple collections and partial collections in the past at the same time, or even only one thing. But thats another story.
Besides something extremely awesome in just...
