Sunday, April 27, 2008

Service Project

At the beginning of April I went with Club Beyond, the ministry to high schoolers on base, to the Czech Republic. We were there for a week working with a school in Ostrava, a city on the far east side of the country. We taught English classes, built a concrete ping pong table, replaced the tops of some benches, and taught the kids baseball. One morning I was digging a small trench for the concrete border of the ping pong area and uncovered a small disc. It kind of looked like a dirty coin, so I took it to the sink and washed it off. It was a coin, but badly corroded and I could only make out a few letters and numbers. The country of origin and date wasn't readily apparent so I stuck it in my pocket to worry about when I got home. I could make out the following text: "CZAR" "69"

This afternoon I picked up the coin and figured I should make an attempt to identify it using google. I couldn't tell whether the "69" was 1969 or 1869, although the font suggested the latter. I scanned both sides at high resolution in preparation to send them to a website that would identify them. Once I did I could read one phrase that I couldn't make out before: "JOSZEF". I googled "coin Joszef czech" and came up with a wikipedia entry for the Austro-Hungarian gulden coins, minted in the 1800s. The coin I had was immediately apparently, a 20 Krajczar minted in 1869.

Crazy. It was most likely sitting in the ground for over 100 years.

3 comments:

  1. that is awesome. much better than some mumbling about mark twain.

    you are a guy who does things. i am a girl who likes to think about other people doing things and how they feel about it. my life never yields terrifically corroded coins of former realms.

    sigh.

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  2. Awesome.

    Cool story. Sounds like you lead a good life, not the coin finding so much as the teaching english, building and being relational w/ folks.

    Be blessed.

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  3. in my family, you would have been hailed as the "family finder"...at least for a day. and the rest of us would've hailed you as such, but inwardly scowled at you because we ourselves wanted to be the family finder.

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