Whenever I have extra pennies, nickels or dimes, I deposit them into my change jar and note the amount on the blank side of one of my yet to be published literary masterpieces since I am a staunch believer in recycling the trash. When I calculate that I’ve crossed the $35 threshold, and my change jar rivals the weight of Milton’s right foot, I haul it over to my bank’s penny saver machine to cash it out.
Milton's right foot playing the diva.
35 bucks in a jar.
Earlier this month, when I last accomplished this task, I stood in line behind a kindred spirit approximately one-tenth my age that was carrying her change in a Dora the Explorer bank. Ah, my peer!
My change jar should now contain $2.10, but at this moment, it only holds $2.04 because when I was recently going to deposit 44 cents into it, I noticed that one of my nickels was minted in 1939 and a penny was from Canada. I wondered, “Wow, what are the odds of that?” My mind was more focused on the 1939 nickel when that thought crossed it.
$2 and four cents.
The penny I would later recycle at my grocery store, Fairway, in a smooth as gravel transaction.
Penny in question.
Surly Cashier: This isn’t American. It’s from Canada.
Me: Actually, like the US, Canada is in North America. You know, the other day, I got this penny in my change from one of your colleagues.
In evident appreciation of my geography lesson, Surly Cashier tossed my Canadian penny into her change drawer with a flick of her wrist worthy of Serena Williams. The clink it made sounded remarkably similar to, “Fuck you.”
Returning to the topic of my 1939 nickel, according to Wikipedia 1939 was indeed a banner year for the Jefferson profile nickel for only a mere 120,615,000 were minted without a Philadelphia “P” mint mark – just like mine! The world’s population back then was approximately 2.3 billion, so this further puts into perspective just how rare indeed that nickel was. For example, I am sure that very few goat herders in Tibet had a 1939 nickel in those days, but here I am, 71 years later, residing in the heart of Manhattan, and one just falls into my wallet.
What are the odds?
After conducting further research I learned something intriguing, 1939 was one of the dates that counterfeiter Francis Leroy Henning of Erial, New Jersey used on the nickels he produced. He minted approximately half a million and 100,000 Henning nickels entered circulation in 1954. He was arrested the following year, served three years in prison, and fined $5000. It is believed that he dumped many of his nickels in Copper Creek and the Schuylkill River in New Jersey, but they were never recovered. Even if he was tempted, I doubt that he pressed his luck with the authorities and paid his fine in Jefferson profile coins. Although it is technically illegal to own a counterfeit, Henning nickels dated 1939, 1944, 1946, 1947 and 1953, with one more date still undiscovered, are worth between $20 and $30. The telltale signs of a Henning nickel are a hole in the “R” in Pluribus and the lack of a P mintmark in the ones dated 1944.
Henning nickel -- see hole in R in Pluribus.
With this warehouse of knowledge filling my head, I grabbed my magnifying glass and checked out my 1939 nickel. I did not see a hole in the R in Pluribus. Undaunted, I then went online and found the Coin Values Guide for Jefferson Nickels in About.com. A chart declared that a 1939 nickel minus a mintmark is worth 25 cents. The site also said that if a coin is “fairly worn” it’s “worth much less than the coin prices given.”
Therefore, it appears that seventy-one years later, my 1939 nickel is worth all of five cents. Hence, the title of this post.
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