Category Archives: Numismatics

Moose & Squirrel Money

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More snow today. Makes me wonder about the personification Old Man Winter. He’s pretty spry this February, that old man.

Tucked away in my stash of near-worthless banknotes are a few from Belarus, a former Soviet republic that retains more than a few vestiges of the red old days, I’ve read, such as autocracy and a heaping-helping of central planning.

Its base currency is the ruble, too. In theory a Belarusian ruble is worth about 38 US cents these days, but not these notes: there was a redenomination later.

This is the obverse of the 25-ruble note, from a series that began in 1992 and lasted until 2000. The notes’ size is pretty close to that of Monopoly money. Were those dimensions an inside joke on someone’s part?
belarus 25 rublesMoose money. Belarus also used to have squirrel money.
Not 50 rubles, as I thought as first, but 50 kopecks. I suppose moose ought to be a lot larger than squirrel. Not that Belarus’ currency was ever really that large. According to Wiki, the ’92 series was “introduced in denominations of 50 copecks, 1, 3, 5, 10, 25, 50, 100, 200, 500, 1,000 and 5,000 rubles.”

3? Yes. Sorry I didn’t get one of those when I bought my wad of 50 or so international banknotes for pennies apiece.

Anyway, inflation soon kicked in: “These [denominations] were followed by 20,000 rubles in 1994, 50,000 rubles in 1995, 100,000 rubles in 1996, 500,000 rubles in 1998 and 1,000,000 and 5,000,000 rubles in 1999.”

The reverse of the old ruble notes are all roughly the same. At least, mine are — different only in color.
The horse and rider is referred to as Pahonia, I understand, and is of considerable age, but I don’t want to go too deep into its history at the moment. As a symbol of Belarus, it seems to have been revived after the end of the Soviet Union, but not for long. Long enough to be on my moose and squirrel money, however.

Sinclair Dinosaur, Eastern Iowa, 2001

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Here we are in the Mariana Trench of winter. A little later than usual, but well within the scope of a normal winter.

The headline above pretty much says it all. Twenty years ago this month, when we visited eastern Iowa for a long weekend, I spotted a Sinclair dinosaur in that part of the state.Sinclair dinosaur Iowa 2001

I’d have said at the time that as advertising, the heyday of the Sinclair dinosaur was long over. But I would have been wrong. It’s just that I didn’t see them around much in the Chicago area, so that when I spotted one out of town, it struck me as a novelty, or maybe something left over from an earlier decade. That’s probably why I bothered to take a picture.

Just do a Google image search and plenty of fairly recent green fiberglass dinosaurs appear. Wiki asserts that many of the dinosaur-sporting Sinclair stations are along I-80 in our time, and while I’m not quite sure where in Iowa I took the picture, we weren’t far from that road.

“Sinclair Oil began using an Apatosaurus (then called a Brontosaurus) in its advertising, sales promotions and product labels in 1930. Children loved it,” the blog of the American Oil & Gas Historic Society says, also noting the popular notion at the time that dinosaurs decayed into the oil that mankind had found.

Of course, Sinclair Oil itself has a lot to say about its brontosaurus. I particularly recommend the short video at the Sinclair site about Sinclair at the World’s Fair in 1964.

As a small child, I had a green plastic brontosaurus bank, into whose slot I put pennies, nickels and less frequently other coins. I suspect my mother got it as a premium for buying gas from Sinclair.

The coins in that bank taught me, among other things, that some of the older ones were silver, while the newer ones — not nearly as satisfying as coins — were some weird mix of copper and nickel. I’m fairly sure I actually learned about silver and non-silver coinage from one of my brothers. But having the coins probably promoted me to ask them questions in the first place, such as, why are these different from the others?

Egyptian 25-Piastre Note

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Something I didn’t know until yesterday, but might have guessed: the modern Egyptian pound, which is every bit as fiat-y as any other currency now, owes its origin to the Maria Theresa thaler, a good example of sound money if there ever was one. The history of money, especially currency, continues to fascinate. People will miss it if it all ever becomes nothing but notions on some server farm.

I don’t have a one-pound Egyptian banknote. I do have a 25-piastre note, the smallest paper denomination that the Central Bank of Egypt issues, acquired a few years ago with a number of other world banknotes for a small sum.

These days, 1 Egyptian pound = about 6.3 U.S. cents, so my quarter-pound note is theoretically worth about 1.5 cents. No collector value, I’m sure. The note has been issued since the 1980s, and I’ll bet there are a lot of them.
I’m not actually sure that’s the obverse, though Wiki says it is. I suppose the Arabic text determines that; the Roman text is on the other side. In any case, this side depicts the Sayeda Aisha Mosque in Cairo.

The Egyptian Coat of Arms is on the other side.
Not just any eagle, either: the Eagle of Saladin. The 12th-century Sultan of Egypt and warrior against the Crusader states.

Interesting choice of crops to flank the Eagle of Saladin. Wheat, of course; Egypt was the breadbasket of ancient Rome, one reason a prefect ruled the province directly on behalf of the Emperor, rather than a governor appointed by the Senate. Also, cotton. Certainly — Egyptian cotton, known the world over.

Corn? As in, maize? That’s what it looks like. The FAO tells me that in Egypt, “Wheat is the major winter cereal grain crop and the third major crop in terms of area planted… Maize is the second most important crop… but at least 50 percent of its production is used for livestock and poultry feed.”

How about that. Another consequence of the Columbian exchange echoing down the centuries.

Italian 50 Lira, 1951

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If this banknote could talk, I’d imagine it would say, “We just lost a major war and can barely afford such luxuries as currency.”
Italy, 1951. Small in value — 50 lira, or the equivalent of about 8 U.S. cents, at least as of the mid-50s, which is when my parents picked it up in change. Must adjust for inflation, however, so theoretically in today’s money that many lira is the equivalent of a whopping 75 U.S. cents, or about 0.68 euros. Apparently this note and the 100-lira were replaced by coins not much later in the 1950s.

The Italian lira was a famously small currency. I checked the 1983 exchange rate not long ago, and found that the lira gradually lost ground to the dollar that year. In July, when I was in country, it was about 1,500 lira to the dollar.

I recorded a few prices in the diary I kept that summer, noting (for example) that the admission to the Forum was L 4,000, or about $2.60, which seemed reasonable (and would be about $6.70 now). I wondered how much the price has been jacked up since then. But I didn’t have to wonder long. I looked it up, and now it’s 12 euros, or about $13.20, though that includes admission to the Colosseum as well. I don’t remember whether I paid separately for that, or at all.

The note is also small in size. Interestingly, exactly four inches long and two-and-a-half inches tall. Odd, I would have thought that the sides measure evenly in centimeters rather than inches.

Lithuanian 10-Litų Note, 1993

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I have in my possession, as part of my collection of worthless or nearly worthless banknotes, 35 Lithuanian litai, one each of a five-, 10- and 20-litų note.

They are accidental souvenirs. The litas was pegged four to the U.S. dollar in 1994, so when we arrived in Poland from Lithuania that fall, I had a mind to exchange our $8.75 in litai for złoty. That was probably enough for a decent lunch for two in either Lithuania or Poland in those days.

But if it weren’t U.S. dollars or DM, the exchange office in Poland didn’t want to hear about it. I came to understand that at the time, the Poles considered Lithuanian currency as no more than scraps of dirty paper. Time flies, things change, and now my litų notes are just dirty paper even in Lithuania, since that nation joined the euro zone in 2015. Oh, well.

This is obverse of the 10-litų note, issued in 1993.
Who are these gentlemen who look so much alike, except the eyes of one are closer together than the other?

Darius and Girėnas, that’s who: Steponas Darius and Stasys Girėnas. Lithuanian aviators of renown in the early 20th century, except that both had immigrated to the United States in their youth. Even so, they count as Lithuanian heroes for a number of reasons, but mainly for their attempt to fly nonstop from New York to Kaunas in the summer of 1933. They made it across the Atlantic, but died in a crash in what was then Germany, about 400 miles short of their goal. Bad weather or engine trouble or both.

I was curious about the insignia on Darius’ cap (on the left). Further investigation didn’t disappoint. In fact, I came up with a connection to the Chicago area. Apparently a later version of the note, issued in 2001, made it clear that the insignia honors the Palwaukee Municipal Airport, in north suburban Wheeling, where Darius spent a lot of time. This article, originally published by the Michigan Coin Club, details that association and a lot more.

The reverse features their plane, Lituanica, a Bellanca CH-300 Pacemaker.

“The duo purchased a used Bellanca Pacemaker plane from the Chicago Daily News (which had purchased a newer model) in 1932, dubbed it the ‘Lituanica’ and modified it for their flight,” the coin club article says. “Money was raised from numerous Lithuanian clubs and organizations to finance their operation. In their publicity photographs, Darius was always seen wearing his Pal-Waukee Airport patch on his cap.”

A newspaper had its own airplane? And traded in for a newer model during the Depression? Damn, how the mighty have fallen.

One Mexican Peso, 1950

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I don’t remember where I got this Mexican one-peso note, dated 1950.

Maybe my great-uncle Ralph (d. 1971) picked it up during his time in Mexico, giving it at some point to his sister, my grandmother, and my mother got it after that. It possibly came to me because I was the only one in the family with much interest in non-U.S. banknotes.

What Ralph did in Mexico, or why he went, or even when it was, I don’t know, just that he went there from time to time — that much my mother told me. I would have thought that the 1950s would be a little late for south-of-the-border cowboy or oil field work such as he did, since Ralph turned 60 during that decade, but then again, he was a tough old cuss, and besides, 60 doesn’t seem like such an advanced age to me anymore.

Also, I have a set of four five-peso coins soldered together to make what looks like a coaster — a square shape, except made of disks — and I know Uncle Ralph did that, per information from my mother. Three of the coins are dated 1955, one 1956, so it seems a safe bet that he visited sometime during that decade. For all I know, lifelong bachelor Ralph had an out-of-wedlock child or two in Mexico that the rest of his family knew nothing about. Seems unlikely, but certainly not impossible.

All speculation. I don’t really remember where I got the note. It’s also possible I got it 30 years ago at a coin shop for a few dollars from a box of cheap foreign banknotes. Whatever the reason, I’m glad I have it. While not in mint condition, and not worth much as a collectible, I like the design.

Instead of a Mexican patriot of some sort, the Aztec Sun Stone is right there on the obverse, done in an incredibly intricate grayscale engraving, surrounded mostly by more dark inks, with hints of red and blue.

Nice work by the American Bank Note Company, former NYC-based manufacturer of banknotes to many nations, now a Connecticut-based maker of plastic cards and other transactional tech. That company, or a competitor, might have been behind the tech that enabled my bank to issue me a new debit card on the spot a couple of years ago, after the one I’d been using had worn out. I was astonished. I expected to have to wait a few days at least.

But, as the ABCorp web site says, “In the world of digital & mobile, here and now the thought of waiting 3-5 weeks for a new credit or replacement debit card is antiquated.” So are solid corporate names, like the American Bank Note Company; must have been sometime in the ’80s when it became a three-initial corporation.

Back to the Mexican banknote. I wonder whether anyone handling my one-peso note in the 1950s ever gave any thought to the fact that it wasn’t made in Mexico. That in fact it was made in the United States. I can imagine the idea irritating hard-core nationalists, but the simple truth is probably that most people didn’t notice that at all. Any more than people who handle U.S. currency give a thought to E Pluribus Unum, or on the $1 note, Novus ordo seclorum or Annuit coeptis. (Though of course a few crackpots overthink the dollar bill.)

The reverse of the 1950 one peso note is mainly red. Not as dramatic as the obverse, but for sheer symbolic drama, it’s hard to beat Aztecs anyway.

Rather, it speaks to more modern times in Mexico. Independence, at least, since the column depicted is the Monumento a la Independencia, less formally El Ángel, which is on a roundabout of Paseo de la Reforma in Mexico City.

We weren’t far from there during the New Year’s Eve countdown going into 2018. A fine monument, but as a vertical shaft it doesn’t translate all that well to a horizontal banknote. A depiction of El Ángel by itself would have filled out the space better.

Hong Kong One-Cent Note

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One more bit of interesting but worthless paper: a Hong Kong one-cent note. A small script of a note, pictured here at pretty much actual size. I’d post the reserve of the note, but it’s blank.

I’m not sure when or where I picked up this curiosity. Might have been at a coin shop in the ’70s. But it wasn’t in Hong Kong. Small change there in the early 1990s was always coins, at least in my experience.

I assume the text specifying that the notes are legal tender for payments of a dollar or less means that a merchant could decline payment from some joker wanting to pay with thousands of one-cent notes. I’ve never seen any text like it on any other note, at least not ones that I could read.

Even though I never ran across one in circulation, this site says that “the One Cent note has always been very popular even though it has very little value. A recent assessment showed there was over $1 million worth of these notes in circulation. The Coinage Bill of the 17th June 1994 brought about the demise of the One Cent note in preparation for the 1997 hand over to China.”

The Hong Kong dollar has long been pegged to the U.S. dollar, between HK$7.75 and HK$7.85 to the dollar, so a HK cent is worth about 0.13 U.S. cents. Or just for fun, 1.3 U.S. mills. Very little indeed.

A digression: mills, though essentially notional for most of the history of the U.S., were recognized by the Coinage Act of 1792: “… the money of account of the United States shall be expressed in dollars or units, dismes or tenths, cents or hundredths, and milles or thousandths, a disme being the tenth part of a dollar, a cent the hundredth part of a dollar, a mille the thousandth part of a dollar, and that all accounts in the public offices and all proceedings in the courts of the United States shall be kept and had in conformity to this regulation.”

I like disme. It’s a spelling we should have kept. Pronounced “dime,” as I understand it. People gripe about them, but language would be less fun without a few silent letters.

The one-cent HK note I have was issued between 1961 and 1971, since it bears the signature of Hong Kong Financial Secretary J.J. Cowperthwaite. I’ll take my source’s word for that, since the actual signature looks like a doctor’s scrawl that used to be seen on paper prescriptions.

He was a free-marketeer: “Sir John Cowperthwaite, who was deputy and actual finance minister for Hong Kong between 1951 and 1971, was enormously influenced by his study of [Adam] Smith,” says the Royal Economic Society.

“Cowperthwaite more than anyone laid the economic policy foundations that drove Hong Kong’s remarkable post-war economic growth. In the 1950s Hong Kong’s (PPP adjusted) GDP per capita was around 30 per cent of that of its mother country, Britain. Now it has a GDP per capita that is 40 per cent higher.”

Burundian 100 Franc Note

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I should have known that Burundi uses francs, but I didn’t until I acquired a 100 franc note from that African nation as part of a collection of cheap but colorful currency. Just more ignorance on my part. Interesting that a lot of Francophone African countries use the franc, but neither France nor Belgium does.
The gentleman on the obverse is Louis Rwagasore, or Crown Prince Louis Rwagasore, Burundi nationalist and son of Mwambutsa IV, king of Burundi from 1915 to 1966. Louis Rwagasore was briefly prime minister in 1961, ahead of independence the next year, but was assassinated in a hotel dining room. Suspects were rounded up and executed. Belgian authorities were suspected of having a hand in the murder, but that was never proved.

In the background of the note is Louis Rwagasore’s tomb.

On the reverse, house building. And a warning not to counterfeit the notes.

In theory, 100 Burundian francs is worth a bit more than five U.S. cents. No wonder there have never been any Burundian centimes.

Moldovan 1 Leu Note

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Rain throughout the weekend and so a lot of snow meltage. Spent a while on Friday ahead of the rain carving little canals through the packed snow to a drain near my deck and one out on the street, so that when the snow became liquid, it would go down those drains.

After the rain, mud for a little while but soon hardened ground. I prefer that to a slushy ground and especially icy patches.

Balkan Insight tells us today that “Moldovan President Igor Dodon has declared 2019 the ‘year of the Stephen the Great,’ recalling a famous ruler of Moldova in the 15th and 16th century [sic] – in what many see as a campaign to boost support for Moldovan independence and counter pro-Romanian forces ahead of next year’s elections….

“Stephen the Great was Prince of Moldova from 1457 to 1504. He is famous for having kept the land free from Ottoman influence, but also free from Polish and Hungarian domination.”

I have no particular connection to Moldova, but I do have a Moldovan 1 leu note, whose official exchange rate these days will get you about 6 U.S. cents.Of course that’s Stephen the Great on the obverse. He’s on all of the Moldovan banknotes, which seems a little excessive, like putting Washington on all U.S. currency would be. Apparently just this year, 1 leu coins were introduced, but the banknotes aren’t being retired yet.

On the reverse is a grainy image of the Căpriana Monastery.
Wiki has a slender entry on the place, and this is about half of it: “Căpriana Monastery (Romanian: Mănăstirea Căpriana) is one of the oldest monasteries of Moldova, located in Căpriana, 40 km north-west of Chișinău.

“The first significant reference dates from a document issued in 1429 that gave Căpriana the status of royal monastery on behalf of Alexander the Good. In this deed the holy abode was referred to as ‘mănăstirea de la Vâșnovăț unde este egumen Chiprian’ (the monastery of Vâșnovăț where the hegumen is Chiprian) and was given in the possession of Alexander’s wife — princess Marena.”

Which makes me wonder, why doesn’t Alexander get his picture on a Moldovan note? Sure, he was only good, not great, but isn’t that enough?

I Am What I Am, Even on Thursdays

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Something else I snapped while on foot downtown Chicago last week: the front of the I AM Temple on W. Washington St.

I didn’t go in. A sign on the door says ring bell and wait for someone. I prefer my religious sites to be self-service.

The organization’s HQ happens to be in the northwest suburbs, not downtown. Without digressing into detail — a foray into the rabbit hole, that is — it’s enough to say that, according to Britannica, “I AM movement, theosophical movement founded in Chicago in the early 1930s by Guy W. Ballard (1878–1939), a mining engineer, and his wife, Edna W. Ballard (1886–1971)…. Ballard claimed that in 1930 during a visit to Mount Shasta (a dormant volcano in northern California), he was contacted by St. Germain, one of the Ascended Masters of the Great White Brotherhood.”

Is it possible that Popeye is a prophet of this movement? After all, he appeared ca. 1930 and was known to say, “I yam what I yam.”

Also, why are rabbit holes a metaphor for endless, bewildering complications? Are rabbit holes that complex? Maybe warrens are, but that isn’t the way the saying goes. Wouldn’t ant nests or prairie dog towns be more suitable?

Another day, another stash of Roman coins dug up in Italy. Late Roman imperial era, the article says.

Bonus: they were gold coins. That’s something I’d like to find in the basement, though strictly speaking, we don’t have a basement. Roman gold-coin hordes must be pretty scarce in the New World, anyway.

Late Roman imperial era, eh? I can imagine it: “Quick, find a place to bury the gold! The Visigoths are coming! We’ll come back for it later.”

The event probably wasn’t that dramatic, but someone put the horde there, presumably not to lose track of it — but they did, for 1,500 or more years. Distant posterity is the beneficiary.

Strictly by coincidence, Ann and I watched the first episode of I, Claudius last weekend, which is available on disk (but not on demand: what kind of world is this?). Been a long time since I’ve seen it. Early ’90s, I think, as it was available in Japan on VHS. I also saw it when I was roughly Ann’s age, on PBS when it was pretty new.

The other day I used bifurcation in an article. That’s more common in business writing than one might think, since it’s sometimes used to describe markets dividing in some way or other (often, winners and losers). It’s also I word I can never remember how to spell, so I always look it up.

Google has replaced a trip to a dictionary as the default for spelling. Sad to say, since the possibility of lateral learning is rife while thumbing through a dictionary. Many times in earlier years I spied an entry, not the one I was looking for, and thought, I didn’t know that word.

Then again, there can be sideways learning with Google. If you let it. Not satisfied with mere spelling, I fed “bifurcation” into Google News to see what would happen. Every single hit on the first page linked to items in the Indian English-language media.

From the Times of India:

GMDA can’t plan drain bifurcation now, say greens

Bifurcate HC too: Centre backs Telangana’s petition in SC

Bifurcation of Badshapur drain on cards to avert flooding in Hero …

From The Hindu:

‘Telangana drawing water from NSP without KRMB approval’

Demand for bifurcation of municipal corporation getting stronger

From the New Indian Express:

Centre to expedite High Court bifurcation: Vinod Kumar

Clearly, the word gets more mileage on the Subcontinent than in this country.