I remember quite fondly my money box
Just starting my life out at school
Tin, no way in I could borrow
Thrift acquired young was the rule
My passbook (from bank) it recorded
The money I’d saved in my tin
Collected each week by the teller
Riding his bike all way in (Friday if I remember…)
There he would bring out his can opener
Pennies would all tumble out
Passbook would then be recorded and stamped
And that’s what school banking was about (in the 1950’s…)
-DON MATTHEWS
Don is an Australian writer who focuses on humour. He runs the ‘Flippant, Comic, and Serious’ website.
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Don’s childhood memory of a simple money box is what keeps a person grounded through life. At times, the tiniest lessons are the most impactful and they shape us into responsible individuals with strong values. The charm of pennies and the joy of saving them can only be appreciated when the mind and heart are free from greed and immersed in innocence. Many may agree or disagree, but the money box knows when it’s been handled well.
Congratulations Don!
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I still have a money box Terveen.
Plastic.
The bank said they don’t do tin anymore.
Sad. It doesn’t have the same comforting rattle
That’s progress for you. Sigh……
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