Sometime in the early 30s my Dad's older brother gave him, his brothers, and his best friend a 1922 Silver Dollar. Dad and his brothers couldn't wait to go to town and blow their dollar. My Dad's best friend kept his. Later on he drilled a hole in it and wore it around his neck. The silver dollar was around his neck along with his dog tags when he hit the beach at Normandy.
Years later Dad's friend was visiting, I was probably 40 years old by then. The friend said he had something he wanted me to have, and presented me with the silver dollar mounted on a belt buckle. Not too many years later I attended his full military funeral. The silver dollar has since come loose from the buckle but I still have it. The hole he had drilled had been filled and the whole dollar re-chromed or maybe nickel plated. Pretty special piece for me.
My uncle, who had given out the dollars died before I was born, when he was 29.
