Now and then there were a few good enough for picking, and I would ceremoniously affix them to an index card with Elmer’s glue or scotch tape. That, and adherence to the wisdom of stepping over sidewalk cracks, avoiding ladders, and the occasional search for a four-leaf clover.ĭon’t we all seek to control the unknown? To ward it off, or protect against it? Why not the lucky penny or the rabbit’s foot?Īs for those four-leaf clovers, they weren’t as plentiful as lost change. But I was horrified at the very thought, and preferred my harmless lucky coins. The boys especially seemed to swear by its powers. Some of my friends carried a rabbit’s foot – a tiny paw with silken hair, typically attached to a key chain. I generally found them on a walk – and was certain of my eventual good fortune as a result.Īs simple as a found penny. And even an Indian head nickel or two among them. I must have a hundred of them, or maybe more. But they marked my childhood belief in, well… I’ll just say it… luck.
The coins are dented, discolored, and scarred around the edges. I still have a navy blue sock filled with pennies picked up from sidewalks and curb sides.
