A Penny for Your Thoughts

Confession: this month’s topic was my idea – cultural memories many of us share. From our first expereince behind the wheel of a car, to where we were when Lady Diana died, there are touchstones that almost all of us relate to in one way or another. I decided I would share my first memory of money. And I will.

In a minute.

Right after I share some cheesy tourist photos from last week.

E@LayfetteHotel

But are they really just “vacation” pictures?Us@FLW

Strangely enough, my trip back east ties in to my cultural memories of money. Sure, I saw Niagara Falls (*again*) – though the real highlight was watching my husband take in the Falls for the first time ever. We also checked out monuments, museums, and historic sites.

For me, what makes travel worth the effort is discovering architectural treasures. Hello, Martin Complex designed by Frank Lloyd Wright! Plus Willowbank, a stately home built in 1833 – yet to be restored to glory! Finally, The Layfayette Hotel – a French Renaissance-style building designed by Louise Blanchard Bethune, America’s first female architect.

But, in my opinion, there is no better architectural treasure than the family homestead. Built in the 1930s by my grandparents, brick by brick, it is a testament to hard work and craftsmanship. It has three levels, and from the top of the staircase, there is a wide open view of orchards, the lake, and the Toronto skyline.

Yet it’s the bottom of the staircase, where the steps meet the first floor alcove, where a leaded glass door closed off the pink telephone table… that’s where I discovered money! My earliest memory of money was spending hours with my Didi (grandfather) in a game of penny toss. We’d take turns tossing pennies into his worn leather boot.

It was the best game in the world!

So what’s your first memory of money?

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About Jamie Brazil

Humor writer, romance novelist, Bloodhound enthusiast.

Posted on May 11, 2015, in Auth: Jamie Brazil and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Memories are so odd in the way their size and value doesn’t necessarily correspond to the “truth”. Who needs the whole house when you can just play with the boot?

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  2. Love this post. One of my first memories of money also involve an uncle, just like Maggie’s. My dad’s brother was my favorite person in the world and one day we ran into him when we were at some sort of exhibit. I was maybe 5 or 6 and carrying my own little wallet with money for the first time. I was very proud over knowing my numbers and my uncle asked me if I had change for a ten. He then laughed and laughed when I gave him two nickles. He thought I was being cheeky and let me keep the ten.

    I don’t think I was being clever though. It is more likely that didn’t know the value and currency of money yet, even if I knew my numbers. 🙂

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  3. LOL, great memory Maggie! When it comes to blowing bubbles, you are either a gum-in-the-hair kid or not a gum-in-the-hair kid… no in betweens 🙂

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  4. Loved this memory! My first memory of money was with an uncle who would visit from Washington. He was an amateur magician. I don’t remember what age I was–maybe 6 or 7. But he had this trick he loved to do whenever they said goodbye after a visit. He would put his fingers behind my ear and pull out a coin (I think then it was a nickle). He did this with each sibling every time he visited, about once every two to three years. There was never any doubt that it was truly magic.

    At that time I could buy 5 pieces of bubble gum for a nickel. My siblings and I would run to the store soon after he left to get our gum, read the enclosed comic, and spend the rest of the day seeing who could blow the largest bubble without it popping all over our face. I rarely won because I’d always chicken out when it got as large as my cheeks. But two other siblings were wildly competitive and would risk gum in the hair in order to win.

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