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Throwback Thursday #42 – My Relationship with Money

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. This week Lauren is back asking us to remember what we learned about money as an adolescent.  Head over to her blog to get the details, and then join in!

This week’s prompt is: Your relationship with money

My post follows.

As a young child I do not remember thinking about money very often. Most of my wants and desires consisted of things like buying a ‘pop’ (soda, coke, etc.) or an RC Cola and a Moon Pie. I had favorite things I liked to buy at our local mom and pop stores. I loved oatmeal cakes, Red Hots, Sugar Daddy’s, Mallow Cups, Bit O’Honey, Kits, BB Bats, etc. – all sugary sweet treats.

We scoured the countryside for pop bottles and returned them to the store for the 2¢ refundable deposit. We loved to buy ‘pop’ because we did not get it very often. Nehi Grape or Nehi Orange, Chocolate Soldiers (or Yoo Hoo’s), RC Cola or King Cola, and occasionally a Pepsi or a Coke. These provided us with an alternate currency. You see, ‘pop’ used to have lids lined with cork. Often under the cork were give-aways. We could often get admission to the movie theatre by saving pop bottle lids or Foremost milk circles for promotions. We would often go to the store and ask for the discarded pop lids left in the cooler where people had opened their drinks in the store.

Growing up in the country, we were never given an allowance. We all had chores. It was just considered being part of a family. We grew and harvested our own vegetables which my mother and grandmother would preserve for the winter. It seemed to me we always had an abundance of food. We were not rich by any means, but I never realized it perhaps until I started school. Other kids had more clothes, shoes, etc., but I still did not feel disadvantaged.

My father was not good with money. He always spent more than he had and this tendency remained with him his entire life. When we moved to Florida, I did not realize until years later, that my parents had declared bankruptcy. They went to Florida in pursuit of better job prospects. Before our drive from Virginia to Florida, our grandmother gave each of us money. Being the youngest of four, I got the least. Somehow we decided that at each stop, we would each take turns buying drinks for the family. Everytime it was my time to buy, I pretended to be asleep! I was determined to save my money!

When I was in high school our home was plagued with calls from bill collectors. It was a lesson I never forgot. I knew I did not want to constantly worry about money. I started babysitting at $1 an hour. Luckily I had well behaved children to care for. It was not my favorite job, but I thought it was good money! I got my first real job as a waitress at a Mr. Steak restaurant where I made 90¢ an hour plus tips. On Tuesday, I worked the register and was paid $1.35 but no tips. I saved my money and only spent it on a rare music album or a special outfit.

When I joined the Air Force, I thought I was rich! Actually, it was a good time financially. Food, housing and uniforms were provided as was medical care. All of my money was my mine to spend. I bought savings bonds to send home to my parents because I knew they were struggling. Sadly, I married twice to men who had poor relationships with money and it was not until I was on my own that my financial situation would improve.

I am still more of a saver than a spender. I have always had the tendency to spend money on other people rather than myself. I am fortunate to have all that I need and most expenditures tend to be for my grandchildren. All of our grandchildren had piggy banks and contributed change for them to save. Thankfully, all our grandchildren have had savings accounts from an early age. 

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Throwback Thursday #38 – Medical Care

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren is hosting this week and asking about early visits to doctors and dentists!  Head over to her blog to get the details, and then join in!

This week’s prompt is: Doctors and Dentists

My post follows.

Back to answering the questions Lauren posed.

1) Where doctor/dentist appointments a regular part of your childhood?
We rarely went to the doctor or the dentist. Most of our care consisted of home remedies. My aunt was a nurse and she always gave us shots of some kind. We had regular doses of cod liver oil followed by a small piece of maple sugar broken off a piece that was hard as a rock.

2) Did you go for well-checks or just when you were ill or in pain?

Only if ill or in pain. Being rural we did have a rescue squad you could call for dire emergencies.

3) Were you frightened by the medical professionals? If so, were there specific reasons?

Not of doctors. All my dental visits seemed to involve pain so I was not a big fan of dentists.

4) Were your parents afraid of medical professionals?


5) Was waiting in the exam room stressful to you?

Not unless I had worried myself into a tizzy thinking I had some deadly disease or illness. I was good as long as there was an unspoiled copy of Highlights magazine to read. 

6) Did your early visits result in your being afraid of needles?

No. My grandmother was a nurse and I was fascinated by her needles.

7) Does the sight of your own blood bother you?


8) Did you ever have the need to go to an emergency room?

My parents were taking me once for a bad nosebleed, but as we pulled into town, the bleeding stopped so I never went in. I was in the hospital once as a child for some gastrointestinal thing. All I remember about it was I was high up and had to wave at my siblings on the street below. And also, they wrote on my arm with a purple pen.

9) Did your early experiences impact your current attitudes about medical care?

No. I think care was better then at least from the perspective of being able to find a doctor and see them quickly.

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Throwback Thursday #36 – Not Missing You at All!

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren is hosting this week and asking about those things we do not miss!  Head over to her blog to get the details, and then join in!

This week’s prompt is: Things I Don’t Miss

My post follows.

I decided to simply list a few things if you can relate to any of them, drop me a comment. Or let me know what comes to mind when you read this topic.

  • Garter belts
  • Panty hose that we’re not long enough
  • Nail Polish to stop runs in my nylons
  • cod liver oil
  • Spankings (our parents paddled our behinds)
  • Hot summers with no A/C
  • Corn meal mush
  • Peeling peaches
  • New school shoes
  • Wearing dresses to school
  • Pixie haircuts
  • picking beans
  • Static forming slips
  • Cleaning my plate under the guise of starving children somewhere
  • Frozen lima beans
  • Four kids shoved into the backseat
  • Stinging nettle
  • High school algebra
  • Blistering sunburns
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Throwback Thursday #34 – Learning to Swim

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren is hosting again this week and hopefully I will be back next Thursday. Head over to her blog to get the details, and then join in!

This week’s prompt is: Learning to Swim

My post follows.

My first attempt at learning to swim was a bit traumatic and it affects me to this day in the way I feel about bodies of water.

Growing up in the country we all spent a lot of time in and around the creeks and creek beds. The water was mostly gentle and easy to wade as there were few deep spots to worry about. Our biggest worries were likely snakes and the very slick moss covered rocks we knew not to step on else we would end up flat on our back in the middle of the creek.

There were deep pools of water at some places, though – the two largest being the baptizing hole and the mill pond. My grandfather would take me to the baptizing hole to splash around and get wet all while under his watchful eye. No one liked to swim much in the baptizing hole because it was shaded and the mountain streams stayed very cold. Not to mention the hogmollies that loved to linger in the currents.

When I got old enough to go to the mill pond with the bigger kids, it was a whole new experience. Getting there required a trip up the railroad track to the holler. Then there was a narrow winding  path barely accessible but very well traveled in the brush that lead to the creek. The path opened out to a rocky beach area and a deep pool of water we knew as the mill pond.

I am guessing the distance from the shore to the cliff that jutted out from the hillside was only 15 to 20 ft. Once you swam across the deep pool in the middle, the reward was sitting on the cliff under the water, basking in the warmth of the sun.

We were a small community where everyone knew each other, but that did not mean we didn’t have a few bad eggs. I was probably seven years old or so when I got brave enough to finally dog paddle my way to the cliff. As I got right around the deepest part of the creek, the community bully was seated on the cliff and he started splashing huge amounts of water in my face. I could not see, or breathe and I panicked. Thankfully I kept paddling until I could feel my hands brush against the cliff. The bully took off and I sat on that cliff shivering trying to decide how I would ever get up the nerve to try to swim back across. Obviously I made it, but don’t ask me how.

Years would pass with many opportunities to swim but I never felt comfortable in the water. My father loved to put us on his shoulders and ‘jump the waves’ in the ocean which also terrified me! I went to my friends’ houses with pools and splashed around, but relied on looking good in my bathing suit to keep me out of the water.

When hubby and I bought our first house, it had a really large pool. Hubby had been a lifeguard for years and he taught me to swim at the ripe old age of 42. I could dive and I even helped my niece learn to swim. We had years and years of fun in our pools in Florida. I was thankful I finally felt comfortable in the water.

I am still not comfortable with boundless pools of water like lakes and oceans. I like to know my boundaries and then I am usually okay.

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Throwback Thursday #33 – Going to the Movies

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren is hosting the first of our abbreviated April posts. Head over to her blog to get the details, and then join in!

This week’s prompt is: Going to the Movies

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Going to the movie was a big deal when we were kids. We had one indoor movie theatre, but it was a thirty minute drive into town. We had one drive-in theatre out on a rural road that was only fifteen minutes away.

The drive-in was only open during the warm summer months. In the mountains, the evenings can still be rather cool so the season is short. In the winter when the drive-in was closed, the marquee posted this message:


I am pretty sure I saw the movie The Pirates of Blood River there. I remember the scene with the piranha very well.

When we lived with our grandparents, I was often sent to chaperone my sister and her boyfriend on their movie dates. I remember he drove a black El Camino (maybe a ‘62) and my sister would be in the middle, and I was sitting by the passenger door.

This particular drive-in did not have swing sets up front like some other drive-ins at the time so I was a full on pain in the rear I am sure! Every time he kissed my sister I counted the kiss OUT LOUD. I can remember him giving me a quarter to go to the concession stand just to get rid of me for a few minutes.

When we returned home, I always reported back just how many times my sister and her boyfriend kissed. Of course that did not count all the times I was sent to the concession stand! I should have raised my rates.

Are you a talker in the movie theatre? Did you know it is a cultural thing? When I think of talking in movie theaters I remember my children watching Mystery Science Theatre 3000. The lead characters were tortured by being forced to watch old B movies. The characters watching the films always talked over the audio. Did you watch? Were you a fan?