During the many years that I actively served clientsand friends in numismatics, the story of "I HID THE COIN COLLECTION" in the recent issue of The E-Sylum reminded me of a few happenings in my early days with my company Stack's.

We were called upon to assist in the appraising andeventual selling of coin collections, and there wereinfinite times when we saw a collection, and then a fewweeks or months later the family members found morethat they didn't know about. Following are two suchhappenings, which I experienced, one together withmy cousin Norman Stack, and one on my own.

The first is when Norman and I were asked by the familyto come to New Jersey, appraise a collection formed bythe late Herbert Dietz, make and inventory and take itfor auction.

Herbert Dietz
Herb was a great friend of the Stack Family who attendedmost of their auctions in New York during the 1950's to1970's. He enjoyed first reviewing the lots in our shop, andthen came on Saturdays, every month or so, to attend an auction. Not only was he interested in assembling variousseries by date and mint, but also as there were many largelots in a number of sales, he also bought quantity. He wouldtake his purchases home, carefully re-examine what he wonat the sale, put them all in order, and knew what he had andwhat he was still missing.

At one of the sales, he did acquire a number of Large Lots,which together were heavy to carry. So he left his lots in theshop, while he got his car, and Norman and I assisted himin loading the material into his trunk to take home. At one oftheir meetings, Norman asked Herb, where does he keep allthese coins? He responded by saying, in albums, on shelves,and the rare coins in a hidden closet in his house. He wantedthe coins on hand whenever he worked on his collection.

After Herb Dietz died and we went to his home, his wife showedus where he had the bulk of his collection, and Norman andmyself inventoried the coins, and realized that some of the rareand unusual specimens were not with the collection. We askedMrs. Dietz, 'did Herb have a closet he kept coins in?' She wasnot aware of any. Norman asked if there were any hidden closetsin the house. "None that I am familiar with" she replied.

Normanremembered Herb told him that the closet was in a closet andrarely entered. After looking around with Mrs. Dietz, Norman askedand was given permission to open Herb's clothes closet in theirbedroom. Pushing some clothesaside, Norman saw a door in the rear, and asked if he could openit. "Of course" was the answer.

Norman realized that this closet,backed up the bathroom on the second floor, gave access to the plumbing or the shower and water for that room. On a shelf,which was made of 2 x 4 lumber, was a large metal box. In the boxwere all the missing coins we remembered he had. Put togetherwith the balance of the collection, the auction sale became a sourceof rarities and quality coins, which would not have been sold, offeredor possibly found were it not for Norman's innocent questionwhile loading a car for a friend and good client.

Martin Kortjohn
Now for the story that almost set me on my heels. We were close friendswith many of the New York and New Jersey collectors, many who weremembers of the various coin clubs in the Metropolitan area. Each collectorwas close to each other and we were very pleased to share their confidence and friendship.

One of the highlights was our friendship with Martin Kortjohn. Martin, asyou might know, was active in many of the New York/New Jersey clubs,and the American Numismatic Association. Martin also served as Presidentthe ANA. He was a good friend of my father, Morton, and my Uncle Joe,for they supported his efforts in the various numismatic clubs and shows.

After Martin passed away, a few months later Mrs. Kortjohn asked if Stack'swould sell Martin's collection at public auction. Martin was a dedicated collector and spent numerous hours on his coins, and also attending thevarious club meetings. It was known he had an extensive collection, whichhe assembled over many years of collecting.

Martin was meticulous with his coin collecting hobby. Being an outstanding accountant he approached the hobby with the skills of an actuary . His record keeping was outstanding , with the inventory spread out on wide spreadsheets used by members of his trade.

It was exciting to visit Martin's home, where his wife greeted me as an old friend of the family. On the dining room table, Martin's collection, as she foundit, was spread out for viewing and checking of inventory, I was given the timeto check each album page, usually the Wayte Raymond 5 x 8, with plastic slidesprotecting each side of the coin. As I checked off the detailed inventory Martinhad kept, there were great voids, or empty spaces from the listings. I did not see any album pages or envelopes that would have covered the items not there.

I was embarrassed for her, and somewhat shocked that all were not there. I neverheard of Martin offering or selling any coins, he loved them too much, yet they werenot present on the dining room table.

I asked Mrs. Kortjohn, where did Martin work on his collection? She answered "inthe attic room". He made that room into an office , of sorts, she related, and usinga large 4 X 8 ply wood board, mounted on huge carpenter horse legs, which supportedthe table , he worked on his hobby and office work as well, out of the noise and disturbance from his family below. I asked could I see his 'office'. She responded,"of course, and I do hope you find what you are looking for, as I plan to sell the place'as is' in a month or so." I told her to please let me look, as our family always feltthat collectors who worked at home, found little places to keep their valuable coins,and still have them available to check and compare as they made additions to theircollections.

The attic was just as she described. In the center was this large 'desk' with papers still on it, makeshift library shelves for his catalogs and reference books on the walls,invoices and papers in neat piles. A real numismatic work area. Mrs. Kortjohn asked ifI knew who would want all his books and catalogs, and I said we would take them fromher, give them in Martin's name to some museums and coin club library, so that theywould continue to be used as he wished they would. So I proceeded making my wayabout the attic.

Then I found an unusual pile of magazines. It appeared to be every issue for some 5 to 6 years of The Numismatist piled alongside of his desk. Weird , I thought, there wasfar more important literature all over the library, but these ANA magazines were right next to where he sat. Maybe I imagined, his closeness to our national organization, madehim keep The Numismatist close to his side. I picked up the first half dozen or so. In each original envelope, I found The Numismatist, consecutively arranged, month by month.

As I went down the pile, envelope by envelope, I found the previous issue in precise date order.As I got to the tenth envelope, my eyes popped and my jaw dropped, for in each successive envelope was a Raymond Album page, containing ALL of the MISSING COINS that were on the original inventory I worked on in the dining room downstairs. The combination of all the album pages I found , together with the basic collection that Mrs. Kortjohn showed me originally, made for one of the great sales of the year that Stack's conducted shortly thereafter.

Just think, if I wasn't aware that collectors had the desire to keep the coins near them whenworking on them, that if a fire occurred, or Mrs. Kortjohn would have trashed all the catalogs,magazines and books, as she was about to sell the house, what a loss the family could havesustained. Either the trash man or a disposal company would have benefited from the coins'value, for no one knew about the "hiding place" Martin had used.

These stories are but a few that I can tell, or heard about during the 65 years I worked as a STACK in STACK'S which always made me ask when visiting a collector or his heirs, "wheredo you (he) work on their collection". The discoveries are amazing. I therefore suggest thatcollectors who plan to leave their collections to their family tell them and show them where the "hidden coins" are kept.

To read the earlier E-Sylum article, see:"HONEY, I HID THE COIN COLLECTION!"(www.coinbooks.org/esylum_v15n26a15.html)