Recollections

While trying to workout on the floor, crunches, I noticed my safe under the bed. I opened it to see what I had in there. I had a bunch of credit cards I dare not carry, bunch of checkbooks I never used, some pictures I took when my cousin was born (I was so close in cutting the umbilical cord, but I didn’t because I was nervous. Plus, I didn’t want to be so close to my aunts “birth canal.”), some never used rechargeable batteries, and some silver coins.

I took out the silver coins and I remembered how I used to find and get a lot of silver and gold when I was in California. Usually I would find jewelry on the floor while walking, but the silver came from change I would get at the store. Most of what I found or got back then is lost or someone in my family has it. Anyways, I took out two Mexican silver coins and three American silver dimes. The Mexican silver coins are from the early 60’s as well as two dimes and one dime from 1941.

While looking at the Mexican coins, I couldn’t believe how I got one from my paternal grandfather and the other one from my maternal great grandfather. Later on, I began to remember when I last saw both of my great grandfathers and great grandmother from my mom side. I never got to meet any of my paternal great grandparents. Both of my great grandparents died when I was around 10 to 14 years old while my great grandma died about two years ago, RIP. Now, I am bummed because I never asked any of my grandparents about their life stories. I might not appreciate history, but I do like stories.