Moki žodį - žinai kelią (konkursėlis)

[Andriulis]

iš esmės su daugeliu argumentų sutinku. Haringtonų ir kt. pavyzdys gal ne visai tinkamas - jie monetas kaldino karaliaus vardu ir su karaliaus titulatūra. Tačiau archivyskupų monetos kaldintos su jų, o ne karaliaus titulatūra, nors buvo kaip ir legali mokėjimo priemonė (legal tender). Taigi, dizainu jos artimesnės vokiečių notgeldams, o esme - perduotos monetų kaldinimo regalijos monetoms (kaip fartingai).
Iš tiesų - įdomi tema. Pasižadu kurį vakarą panagrinėti giliau, nes dabar trūksta argumentų

[Giurza]

is esmes nemanau, kad Jums kolega truksta argumentu. tiesiog nei as, nei Jus neesame iki galo teisus, nes netgi daugumos zodziu naudojamu sioje temoje prasmes ir konotacijos yra gincytinos ir nevienareiksmes ir daugeliu atveju itin subjektyvios, taigi ir vienos negincytinos tiesos tokioje diskusijoje tiesiog negali buti.
Bet tema tikrai idomi, ir gyva diskusija siuo klausimu butu grynas malonumas, jei tik tai butu kada imanoma

[Andriulis]

visada laukiam pas mus O gal ir aš kada pajūryje apsilankysiu (nors šiaip jūros nemėgstu, bet žmona retsykiais priverčia)

[Andriulis]

po ilgo laiko vėl prisėdau prie forumo. Taigi, Čerčilio kronos aprašymas (taip aš aprašau savo monetas):
CROWN 1965
Diametras: 39 mm. Standartinis svoris: 28,3 g. Vario – nikelio lydinys.
Aversas: Elizabeth II biustas, orientuotas į dešinę. Karalienė pasipuošusi laurų vainiku su 11 lapų ir 6 uogomis, už galvos surištu kaspinu, kurio galai laisvai plėvesuoja. Biustas apvestas legenda ir taškiniu apvadu iškiliame žiede. Biustas sukurtas dizainerės Mary Gillick (biusto apačioje inicialai MG).
Legenda: ELIZABETH II DEI GRATIA REGINA F∙D∙ 1965 (Elizabeth II, by the Grace of God Queen Defender of the Faith). Elizabeth II iš Dievo malonės karalienė Tikėjimo Gynėja.
Reversas: Winston Churchill biustas, orientuotas į dešinę. Dešinėje pusėje pavardė CHURCHILL. Moneta skirta W.Churchill mirties paminėjimui.
Gurtas: rantytas.
Tai pirmoji britų moneta, ant kurios pavaizduotas ne monarchas ir tuo pačiu paskutinė krona iki decimalizacijos.

[Andriulis]

Na, išeikime už Anglijos ribų. Kas per moneta ir kas tai per simbolika?

[gdrsb]

Meno sala,spėju,kad tokia

[gdrsb]

Šiaip įdomi herbo istorija (iš Vikipedijos):

Escutcheon[edit]
Arms of the King of Mann, in the Wijbergen Roll.The escutcheon is emblazoned: Gules a triskele argent garnished and spurred Or. The triskele (or triskelion) is an ancient symbol, consisting of three branches or legs, that radiate from a centre. The symbol is found on the flag Isle of Man, and earlier on that of Sicily.[4] The Manx triskelion is known in the Manx language as Ny Tree Cassyn ("The Three Legs"). The symbol has been associated with the island since at least the 13th century.[1]

It is unknown how the Manx triskelion was originally adopted,[1] and several theories have been put forward its origin. In 1607, English historian William Camden stated that it was derived from the Sicilian triskelion. In 1885 John Newton considered the Manx triskelion originated in the mid 13th century, when the Pope offered the throne of Sicily to Edmund, son of King Henry III of England. Newton noted that the wife of King Alexander III of Scotland was Henry's daughter, and that Alexander visited the English court in 1255. Later in 1266, Norway ceded the Isle of Man to the Kingdom of Scotland, and Newton considered it likely that Alexander utilised the triskelion for the arms of his new possession.[5][6] It has also been suggested that the ancestry of the Manx triskelion can be traced to the triquetra in a coin of Olaf Cuaran, a 10th-century Norse-Gaelic warlord who was king of Northumbria and king of Dublin. Lending credibility to this theory is the current belief that the mediaeval Manx dynasty was related to that of Olaf Cuaran. However, the gap between the 10th century and late 13th century, when the Manx triskelion is first recorded, is wide indeed, and it has been noted that several kings from this period are known to have borne a galley as their emblem, and not a triskelion.[7]

Early examples of the symbol are present in the Royal Arms ascribed to the King of Mann in several late 13th century armorials. The Manx triskelion also appears on the Manx Sword of State,[7] which is popularly said to date to the time of King Olaf the Black (d. 1237), although recent analysis has shown it more likely dates to about the 15th century.[5][8] Another example can be seen on a 14th-century stone cross in the churchyard of Maughold. Another is example is a late 14th-century seal of Sir William le Scrope, Lord of Mann, in which the Manx triskelion is depicted in plate armour, rather than mail.[7] Early representations of the Manx triskelion show the legs running clockwise, and later representations show the legs running in both directions.[5]

[Andriulis]

Greitai ir išsamiai, gaila, kad angliškai (nemažai forumiečių angliškai neskaito). Beliko susitvarkyti su devizu...

[gdrsb]

Greitai ir išsamiai, gaila, kad angliškai (nemažai forumiečių angliškai neskaito). Beliko susitvarkyti su devizu...

Vikipedija sako, kad „The motto is quocunque jeceris stabit, which is Latin and means: "whichever way you throw, it will stand".[7] The motto dates to the 17th century, where it is first recorded as being present on Manx coinage dating to the year 1668.[7] It is possible that the motto became associated to the Manx triskelion through these coins.[5“

bet čia geriau: „The Legend of Manannin

LONG, LONG AGO, in the old, old times, there was a magician living on the island they were calling Manannin-mac-Lir-Manannin, Son of Lir, God-of the Sea. A fine, bold, upstanding fellow he was, with fierce flashing eyes, hair black as night, and the wind of his going like the rush of the sea. He'd a grand castle on the top of Barrule, and the like of the fine company that was at him hasn't been seen before nor since. Feasting and hunting the purr (the wild boar) and dancing half the night they were, and at odd times Manannin would be making his spells.

He'd stand on the top of the mountain, and if he saw a ship out at sea he'd draw a curtain of mist round the island, so the captain of the ship would say, 'Is there an island in, or is me eyes failin' me?'. Or maybe Manannin would set a man on the mountain and that man would look like a hundred, to the men on the ship, and if a ship managed to slip into harbour, Manannin would turn himself into a wheel of fire, and come hurtling down the hill into the midst of them, and the sailors wouldn't be able to get quick enough into their boats.

So, for a long time, there wasn't any coming and going between the island and the rest of the world. On Midsummer Eve the Manx ones who were living in the island would bring a tribute of rushes to Manannin, as rent for their bits of crofts. Terrible poor and ignorant they were, not knowing how to till their fields, but only to scratch the earth and put in their scant crops. The houses they were living in weren't too clever at all, for they were made of sods, and thatched with ling, and a hole in the roof for the smoke to come out.

Anyway at all, it wasn't an army that came to the island, in the end, but St Patrick and some of his monks, that got themselves cast away in a storm. A little islet off the west coast it was, they landed on, called St Patrick's Isle to this day, and when they'd scrambled up the rocks, and got to the green top, St Patrick looked round, and he said, "Tis for some good purpose we've been sent here, little brothers', and the monks thought so, too. So, when they'd built themselves a shelter from the storm, away with St Patrick to the big island for 'tis but a step, at low tide - and preaching to the islanders he was, and baptising them, and blessing their boats when they went to the herring, and blessing their crops then they were sown. But first he banished every snake and toad from the island. Never let me see top nor tail of ye again. And true it is, you won't find one of the creatures, if you search from one end of the island to the other.

The monks too were teaching the Manx ones how to till their fields, and how to spin and weave the wool from their sheep to make themselves clothes ; and after a bit, the islanders weren't for paying tribute to Manannin any more. Well, that one was in a terrible taking. It wasn't any use drawing a curtain of mist round the island, because the monks were there already, and as for setting one man on the hills to look like a hundred, the holy man could see quite well how many there were. So Manannin changed himself into three legs, joined together, and clad in armour. 'Whichever way you throw me, I stand,' says he, and away with him down the hill, flaming like fire. When St Patrick saw him coming, he wasn't put out, though. He began to chant St. Patrick's Breastplate, which is a sort of a hymn, and a sort of a prayer, that he made himself, and the monks all began to sing too, and Manannin couldn't harm them when the Breastplate was between them and him. So he changed back into his own shape, and told St. Patrick that he'd better get out of that quickly, but St Patrick just raised his staff , and looked at him sternly, and the nearer the saint came to the magician the farther that one shrank away, until at last he turned tail, and away with him up the mountain, with the wind howling and the storm whirling behind him. Then the monks raised a psalm of praise, and the Manx ones came out of their houses, and everybody was glad, because they didn't have to be afraid of Manannin, or to pay tribute to him any more.

The fine castle that was on Barrule melted away, and the grand company vanished. Some have it to say that Manannin still lives on Barrule, and when that mist comes down, blotting out everything, they will say 'Manannin is drawing his cloak.' You'll see the three mailed legs that he turned himself into, on the arms of the island, and the motto that runs round them, 'Whichever way you throw me, I stand,' in Latin. True it is, that Ellan Vannin, the Little Island, has been tossed this way and that: to the Scandinavians, the Irish, the Scots, the English, but 'Whichever way you throw me, I stand,' is still it's motto, for Manx it is, and Manx it will remain, there's no gainsaying that. And if Manannin's up on Barrule, in the big black thunder-clouds, I for one, am not going looking for him.“

http://manxman.ch/indexdata/mannanin/mannanin.htm

[Andriulis]

fantastiškai geras... Tikrai nebuvau to skaitęs.