Money has felt a little tight this week, what with holiday gifts and food to be bought, so I decided to cash in my change jar. It’s pretty full, so it’s time.

First I had to sort through each and every coin, to weed out the Canadians that make it across the border. It’s surprising how hard it is to tell Queen Elizabeth from Abe Lincoln when you’re trying to sort through hundreds of coins in a hurry. No offense to the Queen, of course.

It’s also surprising to see how dirty some of these coins are, especially the pennies. Whenever I see a penny on the ground or in a parking lot, I pick it up, no matter how filthy it is. Money is money, after all.

Once I gave a cashier a ten dollar bill for a $9.99 tab, and he asked if I wanted the penny in change. I said, “Yes! You know if you collect a hundred of these they’re worth a dollar?” The look on his face reminded me that some people don’t think I’m funny.


Dirty money.

Sorting through the jar, I did find a pile of Canadian coins. I also found a few Irish coins, and one Euro. In addition, I found two wheat pennies (I saved those), two safety pins, and two earring backs.

Seeing those foreign coins reminded me of a trip to England I took with No.1 Sis and No.2 Sis. In a London subway, a homeless-looking panhandler asked us for spare change. No.1 Sis generously put the biggest coin she had into his hat. The panhandler politely thanked her and said, “God bless”. I was very impressed with him, seeing as how No.1 Sis had just given him a half-penny.

You know if you collect two hundred of those, it’s worth a pound.

Stay tuned…

p.s. The change jar held $112.08, not counting 2 wheat pennies and a damaged penny the machine rejected.

p.s. I linked this to Cozy Little House.