From the Hidden Places


Every now and then, I find myself watching things on YouTube wondering how I got there and why I was spending any time there at all. Today, I watched someone open $100.00 worth of penny rolls.

I get it. This person was trying to find some rare ones, and since this also came up with a lot of other interesting side hustles, I guess there are people who can make a living with this kind of thing.

While I was not seduced by this lifestyle, I did start to wonder about the coins that I put away. I don’t mean those special collections or any of that stuff.  I don’t collect coins.  I don’t stop at the coin booths when I am at the stamp shows (because they are often together) or rush to the bank when the “new” coins come out.  It isn’t my thing.  However, I do look through my change and keep some of the coins I find.  It’s a small number, but just one of those things that people do.  Also, since Canada stopped using pennies, I know I’ve got a handful around here somewhere.

So, I went looking for them. I found the small handful, and found a few pennies that might be worth five cents if they were in perfect condition and if I could find a buyer who would pay retail, and if… get the idea.

What I did find that was interesting was a bunch of stuff that I kept but really didn’t know what to do with. These include, but are not limited to:


  • the sign I had on my bedroom that all the kids in the family got one year for Christmas
  • a train ticket from Hashimoto to Namba on the Nankai line
  • a pocket knife with the Ford logo on it–my father worked at Ford
  • a small aspirin holder made entirely out of metal, unlike the plastic ones of today
  • some Sesame Street figures
  • a Buddhist rosary and a Catholic rosary sitting side by side–who says religious differences cannot be reconciled
  • a make your own button from the CNE
  • a corkscrew from the bar set that my parents had when I was growing up
  • assorted coins from foreign countries
  • matchbooks from both my older sisters’ weddings
  • a trick playing card deck
  • two packages of sumo trading cards from Japan
  • my old passports
  • an adaptor for a stereo cable (big to small)
  • a bunch of stickers from Japanese marble chocolate
  • a letter from a deceased friend


The list could continue, but you get the idea. I had a few moments to both wallow in nostalgia and also wonder why I kept some of this stuff.   Oddly enough, it was a Perfect Moment.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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3 Responses to From the Hidden Places

  1. leggypeggy says:

    A great collection of odd stuff.

  2. retrodee says:

    Love the Sesame Street figures. 🙂

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