Hello fellow readers,
This week is all about the coins,
yes coins. As a child growing up, one thing I was fascinated about was the
amount of coins in my mother’s room. Every corner and cranny there was a bag or
some jar with five cents, one cents, ten cents, and twenty five cents pieces.
She saved them all, I don’t know how she did it but she did. When it was the seasonal
chores time I would play smart and volunteer to help her clean her room. If I never
use to volunteer do anything else that was the one thing. Of course she would
see right through my thought and knew what I was up too which was digging to
see what I can find for keeps. Things like what she wasn’t using or didn’t remember that she
had it.
Unfortunately I wasn’t good at it because in the end I would still end
up hearing NO! Unless, I nagged her repeatedly and still that also sometimes
did not work, but thanks to her coin collection it, created a little rivalry between
us to start our own and who could have save the most. Sadly I must say this
came about just because she was parting with hers.
Her theory was waste not want not,
as even the blacken and dark mint green coins she saved. With that the stand
was set, all had to be saved. For those who did not want those types of coin
were one’s lost was another one’s gain. Strangely the there was a solution for
her blacken and green coins hence the reason we rarely found any in her
collection. At first I was the one who did want the ugly coins in my
collection, but after learning the trick I would skull my sister of hers’. Red sand! Yes red sand, the first time I observed
my mother cleaning her dirty coins I was fascinated. That’s how she got the
discoloured ones clean. Apparently there was a little corner spot in the back
where she kept remnants of red sand mixed in with some gravel dirt. The
discoloured coins became spotless; as I was curious I asked to try, but
unfortunately mines did not come out as clean as hers. I was told I needed more
elbow grease, as I was sent for the three small pots and a frying pan. Yea my thoughts
exactly!
Interestingly she didn’t only clean her coins but the blacken pots and
pan, after my crash course she made it my task from then on. Ask me how that
happened I don’t know but thank God it was not a frequent chore, though I
struck a deal with her whatever coins I cleaned for her was mines. It was a win
win for both parties, she got her pots cleaned and quarters cleaned but I kept
the change. What more could you asked for?
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