And wouldn't you know the lines formed by my fingers cause the ever-so-smart telephone to rotate the picture. Oh well, the story remains the same. Just don't let the picture make you dizzy.
Some five or so years ago, I visited my mother (and Buck too), and on my way out, she pressed this coin into my hand. She told me it was one of the gold coins Miss Hermie used to pay with when Mama styled her hair. For a moment, I bought into Mama's story, but reality set in quickly. There was a Miss Hermie, and she did pay, occasionally, in coins, but she never paid in gold coins. Hermie did have a little money, but nothing like that.
We all knew at the time that Mama was beginning to lose it mentally, but this was my first tangible evidence. The coin sits on my keyboard now.
I wonder now if Mama was remembering her small collection of silver dollars. She had, maybe, a dozen, most from the 1800s. She gave them to me about 20 years ago. They were in relatively poor condition as collectible coins go because they had been in circulation starting around the Civil War, and I saw them more as a source of memories than anything else. However, they did not move with me to Raleigh, and I expect they've long since been sold. Or lost. At least now, I don't have to worry that she will ask me about them.