Di.Poppitt
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
'If you can't pay for it you can't have it ' I always told myself. But in the early years of the last Century there was no question of 'tic'. No money and you were hungry.
I imagine that was when the savings clubs were started. My own family payed into shoe clubs and clothes clubs. The clothes club was run by the village drapers, kept by two elderly ladies. One of my aunts ran the shoe club, and my shoes better not pinch before it was mom's turn to take some money from it.
There was also a sick club, which an uncle paid into. I think you took your chance on that one, because I rmember him saying he was wasting his money as he was never 'bad'.
Mom put money away each week for different bills. The electric, gas, coal. The money went into an old cadbury's cocoa tin which sat on the kitchen shelf. In the 1970's she had a visitor in the middle of the night, he took all the money from my sister's hand bag, her family allowance book, and mom's purse, but missed the cocoa tin. Mom gave it a bit of thought and decided that she would find a new place for her tin - the oven. All went well for a time, until one Sunday with the beef roasting she remembered the tin was still in the oven. The money was well singed, but the numbers on the notes were still readable and so the bank replaced it.
The old tin was by this time about forty years old. Better be safe than sorry said mom. The tin for ever after was kept in the fridge.
I imagine that was when the savings clubs were started. My own family payed into shoe clubs and clothes clubs. The clothes club was run by the village drapers, kept by two elderly ladies. One of my aunts ran the shoe club, and my shoes better not pinch before it was mom's turn to take some money from it.
There was also a sick club, which an uncle paid into. I think you took your chance on that one, because I rmember him saying he was wasting his money as he was never 'bad'.
Mom put money away each week for different bills. The electric, gas, coal. The money went into an old cadbury's cocoa tin which sat on the kitchen shelf. In the 1970's she had a visitor in the middle of the night, he took all the money from my sister's hand bag, her family allowance book, and mom's purse, but missed the cocoa tin. Mom gave it a bit of thought and decided that she would find a new place for her tin - the oven. All went well for a time, until one Sunday with the beef roasting she remembered the tin was still in the oven. The money was well singed, but the numbers on the notes were still readable and so the bank replaced it.
The old tin was by this time about forty years old. Better be safe than sorry said mom. The tin for ever after was kept in the fridge.