Fun story: I spent two summers on my banana seat, one-speed bike exchanging rolls of coins at the four banks in my hometown extracting junk silver that made its way back into circulation....this was in the early to mid seventies. I also bought junk silver with every penny of savings I had accumulated from relatives' birthday gifts etc. About the same time, my father became disabled and my parents became financially desperate. Around nine months later the Hunt's did their thing and I sold everything I had at 30 times face...and paid off my parents mortgage for them at the age of 12.
Junk silver continues to hold a special place in my heart.
Junk silver continues to hold a special place in my heart.