Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
I heard an (over the shoulder) remark the other day: “We’ve really got to pinch pennies these days.” That simple remark took me back, in fact in two different directions.
Growing up in those Depression days, I was 9 years old when it hit so hard, so fast; penny pinching, oh yes. “Over the shoulder,” ha, oh that can be such fun. More on that later.
As I grew up we were all penny pinchers. We had to be. And yes, indeed, it’s high time we learned the value of that little (copper) coin.
My parents taught us until you understand the value of that little copper coin, you’d never appreciate the value of a dollar.
But let me go back: True, in today’s world, the penny seems even bothersome in one's pocket or change purse. That wasn’t always so. Many of us older folks remember the “dime stores.” There’s just nothing like them in today’s world.
When I was a child, I remember, it seemed there just wasn’t anything you couldn’t find in the dime store, plus lots of surprises you never expected to find. True to its name, tons of stuff was just a dime, and lots of stuff was just a penny also.
In our area there was Woolworth’s and Ben Franklin. They were around for years even after I was married. Our children were so thrilled to come to Kansas City to see Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma always took us downtown on the city bus, a thrill to those little country kids in itself, to the very big two-story dime store, which meant a ride on the escalator.
People no longer trusted a bank of any kind. They had just closed their doors; yes, even on your money, your savings were all gone. So yes, pinch those pennies, and don’t forget to count your blessings. I could go on and on. More later, love you all, and God Bless.
— Aunt Norie P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org