tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post3514814365802680934..comments2023-10-31T20:33:26.817+05:30Comments on Past Continuous: A POCKET-FULL OF MEMORIES – IISucharita Sarkarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-91516304761318890562008-10-06T23:49:00.000+05:302008-10-06T23:49:00.000+05:30Thanks, everyone, for saving up and spending your ...Thanks, everyone, for saving up and spending your money memories here.Sucharita Sarkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-5165239913461714282008-10-02T07:47:00.000+05:302008-10-02T07:47:00.000+05:30I’m ‘thrifty’ like you and have been as long as I ...I’m ‘thrifty’ like you and have been as long as I can remember. When my Mom would give my sister and I money for the movies as kids, my sister (like your brother) would spend all hers in one felt swoop. I’d always liked having money so I’d put mine in my pocket. When I got home I'd add it to my stash in my piggy bank.<BR/><BR/> As far as sharing it, that happened without request. With great frequency, my sister would rob my piggy bank. She still owes me a million U.S. pennies, quarters and dimes. I’ll get her to pay up one of these days.<BR/>VikkiVikki Northhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00843590983216729306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-57227766518697274972008-10-01T21:03:00.000+05:302008-10-01T21:03:00.000+05:30When my sister and I were in grade school we had t...When my sister and I were in grade school we had to walk to and from school about a half mile away. One day we were walking home and it was near the end of the school year and a very hot day; we were thirsty. We wondered if we had enough money to get a drink from a cafe that we passed daily, so we pooled our money and found that we had 45 cents. Awesome! We went in and asked the waitress if we could get a small coke with what we had. She said we were about 50 cents short, but she took it and gave us a drink to share anyway if we brought the rest in the next day. We were so happy she had put her trust in us and we made sure we brought her 50 cents the next day as promised. Aaaahhhh, the good old days.PBandJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-62305259139759123812008-10-01T11:48:00.000+05:302008-10-01T11:48:00.000+05:30It's so sad that we learn the value of money at su...It's so sad that we learn the value of money at such a young age! Once, at about age 8, I dropped the package from a small toy into a large trash basket outside the store, then remembered that I'd put my change from the purchase in the package, which was now irretrievably lost. Such panic at the loss of a dollar and fifteen cents!<BR/>==============<BR/> Detectives Beyond Borders<BR/>"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"<BR/> <A HREF="http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/</A>Peter Rozovskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09977933481463759162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-60669011609231871972008-10-01T05:53:00.000+05:302008-10-01T05:53:00.000+05:30I enjoyed your story and could relate to buying a ...I enjoyed your story and could relate to buying a number of different candies to make the joy of the money stretch a little further. My brother and I would ride our bikes to the local store (we had to ride through high grass along the canal, back then it wasn't paved in). That route was the quickest and no cars to fear on the way. We would buy treats and stuff them into our pockets for the ride back. There's a park close to home and we'd sometimes stop there to enjoy the treats or feed the ducks. I can't recall much of a money memory, other than the one I shared in the comment earlier.Aletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05605214202876973830noreply@blogger.com