Hobo Nickels - 1&2 - AOD

THE DRIFTER: ADAPTATION. 1924 Buffalo. 

I am definitely not an artist or engraver. However. I recently took up a new hobby. Hand carving nickels, into "hobo nickels". A term I use loosely. Lets face it. The people professionally carving these coins today are probably not homeless drifters. However. I can literally bring that to the table when it comes to this fun little hobby. Anyone who knows me knows, its not just the "Irish Gene" in me that supposedly makes me a good story teller. But. The fact, I have stories to literally tell. So. I decided. Each of my nickels. Will do exactly that. Tell a story. Each with my shit engraving. And each with a cotton paper, including a real life story to go with it explaining what it means.

DEATH: 2005 Jefferson Nick.

Each nickel, is in a nice little package. Either a hard slab style case. Or a sealed soft clear 2x2 flip or soft slab with label. Each signed with only an "R" on the reverse. These two. Are my first two nickels. each on hand carved. Using no magnification. Propped upon my knee, or on the tile floor in my house. As you can see by the simple sloppiness of these coins. It was definitely experimental pieces. And much harder then it looks! But, I enjoyed it! And, I will post each new piece on this page. I thought, as a survivalist. The two AOD coins was an appropriate place to start. Especially since, these are "hobo" nickels.

As for the literal stories behind these. Well. Have to see the coins, to read those. That is the part that makes them interesting. At least to me. And maybe someday, as I improve....just a little at it. People may buy them. Anyway. Until that day. I will make them in my spare time between school. And add them to my "hobo" coin book. Or, as I refer to them as. "Drifter nickels". And, I leave you with some words from a great song.....
-R

I am a drifter. A lonesome drifter. I got no place to call my own no more. Im a wonderer, a lonesome wonderer. Got no strings to tie me down, got no cause to hang around. What difference does it make which way I go. Got an empty feeling deep inside, still I need to stay alive. Who can tell, what waits beyond this road.
Im a drifter.

A New Found land!

NewFoundland 20 Cent 1912

In my quest to discover coins from around the world. Stumbling upon the Newfoundland coins of the 1800's and early 1900's have sparked great interest. I find their simple, but striking design to be one of the more desirable coins minted. And one of my top tier coins to hunt for. However. I am not going to talk about them. Just post a couple pics. And, let the rest make sense as you read on.

I am not a Numismatist. Or a serious collector when it comes to grade. I like coins because they are in my opinion.  The "Super Awesome" as are Ninjas to Robert Hamburger. The kid who coined the phrase. "By cool, I mean, totally sweet"! Coins, to me. Are totally sweet. Because they, literally have passed threw the hands of history itself.

Newfoundland 50 Cents 1899

I have a great love of history. And digging for relics. I do. But, in the last year. I have become a coin hunter. Not a day goes by I am not on the look out for the roundness. How this all started. Is an odd story. In fact. One might think I was bonkers if I was to go into great detail about it. And, I will probably go into it at some point down the ro-ad. And NOT in THIS introduction post. 

I tend to write in metafiction. 

So. For example. If you come across this page. And actually read it. Subscribe to it. And follow it. You will find. That, in what will surely become a blogging mess. I am writing and posting this stuff mainly for myself. Its my brain in cyberspace. Because my organic one, while operational. Is much like a fart. Information leaves with ease (1. but not without the use of extreme caution!) And naturally. Its a one way ticket, expulsion via anus. Information must be properly processed via my metaphorical "mouth". Half of which, I will quickly lose as an ear blistering metaphorical "belch". 

So. With that wasted paragraph. And the slow reader's 10 minutes of time. In short. This site. Is a journal. As I discover, uncover and recover. I will post what I like. How I like, but not totally unlike Urban Archaeology. Except that. I will use this site. As my New Found Land in cyberspace to store information I can use down the road with whats in my head. To connect dots as I am in the field hunting. I have a droid phone. 

So. Dig it. Or don't. That is all she wrote. 

Until next post.....

1. The use of extreme caution. In form of metaphorical farting.

Do not give away who farted!

In example. Get so excited you squirt your scooby doo's. See, fart art, skid marks. Poop. Busted!

Meaning. Don't go telling the world about your research. Otherwise. You are left with shit.