Righting a Numismatic Wrong
Jul 02, 2021
3 minutes
By Ken Sheldon
I know the exact date I started collecting coins: Sept. 5, 1966. I was 6 years old and was just about to start first grade. Every year, Greene, N.Y., holds a large Labor Day community picnic on the ball-flats, and in the exhibition hall that year was a booth for the local coin club. My Uncle Andy and Aunt Myrt saw me take an interest in their exhibit, and they took me up to their house and gave me a penny book (starting 1941)
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