The American 1-cent piece will soon be a thing of the past, as the U.S. Mint in Philadelphia, which has produced pennies since 1793, prepared to strike its last circulating batch on Wednesday. In February, President Donald Trump ordered the Mint to stop production, and the U.S. Treasury said in May that it would begin phasing them out. Legislation has been introduced in Congress to formally eliminate the coin, but retailers are already planning for a post-penny future, rounding up prices to the nearest nickel.
This change in our spare change has long been expected. Since 2005, it has cost more to produce a penny than the coin is worth, while a study by a retail trade association found in 2006 that counting up pennies added 2.5 seconds to every cash transaction. Australia stopped minting pennies in 1992; Canada, in 2012. Abolishing the penny was even a subplot of a “West Wing” episode all the way back in 2001.
And yet I find myself mourning the humble penny, the smallest denomination of the world’s dominant reserve currency, the atom of the American economic universe.
First issued in 1793, when one coin could buy a piece of candy, the 1-cent piece found some currency in our everyday language. If you were frugal, you were a penny-pincher. If you were too focused on saving money, you were penny-wise and pound-foolish. Something cheap was penny-ante, but something valuable was worth a pretty penny. You could give a penny for someone’s thoughts or keep it, since a penny saved was a penny earned.
Pennies were often the first form of money kids got to keep.
Pennies were often the first form of money kids got to keep, long past the time when the coins could buy anything of value. Because the average penny can stay in circulation for decades, they were also the oldest thing kids could safely handle, with the year printed right on them. You could find a penny and pick it up for a day’s worth of good luck, or you could throw it in a fountain and make a wish.









