Is it really that time already? Friday night, another week over and time to make the sandwiches for tomorrow. It’s tuna tomorrow. More healthy fish.
We packed up a little early so the owner could get home and do some computer bidding on the Ellerby hoard. You may have seen the news report that was on the news. Julia has just been through to tell me it has been on. Here is a copy of the sale catalogue. It was a pot of gold coins from merchant family that had lived in a house in the eighteenth century – they came to light a few years ago during renovations of the kitchen floor.
We have “14 gold guineas” coming into the shop tomorrow. if you read the Ellerby story the expert from Spinks refers to his expectation that the hoard was going to be brass tokens. I’m sure that’s what ours are going to be. A number of retailers in Victorian times made tokens that looked like old guineas and we often get them brought in as gold. We will just have to see.
There was a cloud burst of surprising violence this afternoon, though they always sound like that when you work under a flat roof. It was about as bad as the one that soaked us yesterday. This seems to be the motif of the moment. Consequently there were lots of leaves in the gutters on the way home, and lots of pedestrians being soaked by passing cars. I was careful and didn’t splash anyone, so my conscience is clear. I had to laugh at one lot. They were using our forecourt and blocking our exit when we left the shop. As they sorted themselves out a car went past on the main road, hit some standing water and soaked them. It wouldn’t have happened if they had not been badly parked and I’m afraid I did let out a small triumphal “Yesssss!” as it happened.
The Haibun Journal arrived today. I’m not in it, so I had to try not to be too critical as I went through it. It is, as usual, very good, and my writing hasn’t been up to scratch recently, so I can’t complain. However, it is starting to get like a few other journals – same group of writers, same trend towards snappy verse. One of the problems is that the editor is a great writer of haibun but he never uses his own work. This is in contrast to American journals where editors and volunteer helpers always get one of their pieces included automatically. This was a surprise to me when I first saw it, and still seems strangely immodest.
The header picture is a George I coin, but I’m not sure now if it is a Guinea or a half or quarter Guinea. A Guinea is 21 shillings, or £1.05. It was supposed to be a con of 20s but the gold from west Africa was purer than other sources, and the gold value fluctuated, so the coin’s value was varied but was eventually fixed at 21s. Race horses are still auctioned in Guineas.
I am grateful for the history of the guinea. I must try and work this new knowledge into a conversation soon.
I’m sure, with this government’s fiscal policies we will soon be back to guineas as we revert to a system of barter, small children up chimneys and generating electricity by putting poor people on treadmills. Ah, those Victorian values . . .
I think I have a stash of the faux Victorian-era coins, which were sold to me as having been made to use as gambling tokens as opposed to being passed out as fraudulent guineas or whatever denomination they are–I’d have to look to see what they purport to be and if you’d like, I can detail them but don’t have way to photograph them, since am a dinosaur with no cellphone.
It is also nice to see actual post titles, since all the number came across to me like days in pokey until you we’d get sprung, so I seldom came by.
The ones we see normally have “In memory of the good old days” or “Sainsbury’s” on them, sometimes Waverley pens or (in Nottingham) “Beecrofts”, which was a large local Victorian toy shop. We also have “To Hanover”s and “Keep your temper”s, which were used in varius games.
Mine turned out to be ‘in memory of the good old days’. and I thought I had more but only have what looks like four faux guineas and one half.
I believable they have a life of their own. I hid something in the house 20myears ago as a security precaution when we left the house for ten days and it has hidden from me ever since. 🙁
Oh, and the faces were George III looking like Brian May in his salad days with plenty of wild hair and a date of 1797, and a crowned shield on the obverse.
I’d never spotted the resemblance, but now you mention it, I see it.~
You will get a submission accepted into The Haibun Journal. Keep believing in yourself. You are a good writer, too.
Thank you Lavinia. Fortunately I am getting more and more relaxed about publication – just getting worked up about quality now. 🙂
Those “guineas” have George III facing the opposite way to Charles III
Profiles tend to alternate, the exception being Edward VIII who broke the tradition to show his better side. Early ones didn’t, and even earlier they barely looked human. 🙂
Thanks a lot. A fascinating link
You taught me about Dickens and wallies, so it seems fair to reciprocate. 🙂
That is what blogging offers 🙂
Yes, it has been a great help to me over the years. Apart from the education and broadening of horizons, you and TP have shown me what my future holds. Apart from the cycling. I’m pretty sure my future holds no cycling.
Enjoyed that. Didn’t realise that guineas were still ‘a thing’.
I’ve never bought anything in guineas. It’s a different world . . .