Throwback Thursday #42 ~ Your Relationship with Money

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Questions and Answers: 

Q: At what age do you remember handling your own money?
A: In my mid-teens

Q. Did you have a piggy bank to add coins to?
A. No

Q. Did you get an allowance and/or paid for chores?
A. No

Q. How did you earn money for things you wanted?
A. I bummed money off my friends until I started a PT job junior year of high school.

Q. Did you have jobs outside your house to earn money? What did you do?
A. I was helpful to friends’ parents who were nice enough (invited me for lunch and
included me in activities).

Q. Were you more of a saver or spender as a kid?
A. Neither, since I didn’t have access to cash. 

Q. Were you aware of the financial situation your parents were raising you in?
A. Yes, my father was an alcoholic who saved enough cash to pay bills and drank 
away the remainder of his paycheck. 

Q. Did you know the difference between needs and wants when it came to asking
your parents for things?
A. In my early teens I learned = if I wanted anything other than the bare necessities
of life I’d best head for the corner barroom Friday nights and ask for some cash. It
was a most unpleasurable experience. 

Q. Did you ever ‘save up’ for a special item that you wanted? What was it? 
A. I used to paste green stamps in books and go to the redemption store where I
found a few items (globe – toaster – horseshoe lamp). 

Q. Did you have a savings account as a child?
A. No, heck I was stopped from charging a ‘one-penny’ Bazooka bubble gum at the 
grocery store that delivered the standing order of canned goods weekly.

Q. Was there anything you routinely spent your own money on when growing up?
A. Once I became a part-time employee, I’d order a vanilla frappe and 3 jelly donuts
for breakfast at the local variety store Monday thru Friday.

Scrolling up I view the truth of a dysfunctional childhood (no sugar-coating). 

Being poor is far from the norm as you are bullied and ridiculed even if you are a
smart ‘Go to the Head of the Class’ student. 

Throwback Thursday – #38 Visits to Doctors and/or Dentists

Questions to answer . . .
1) Were doctor/dentist appointments a regular part of your childhood?
2) Did you go for well-checks or just when you were ill or in pain?
3) Were you frightened by the medical professionals? If so, were there specific reasons?
4) Were your parents afraid of medical professionals?
5) Was waiting in the exam room stressful to you?
6) Did your early visits result in your being afraid of needles?
7) Does the sight of your own blood bother you?
8) Did you ever have the need to go to an emergency room?
9) Did your early experiences impact your current attitudes about medical care?

I read and re-read the questions. I’m choosing to share portions I can recall of
my nightmarish experiences in the dental chair.
My father (a functioning alcoholic) brought me for my first dental visit around
age 11.
I must have been experiencing pain for him to schedule that appointment.
The female dentist told my dad several of my teeth were in need of fillings.
I listened to the conversation. I wasn’t scared – no fear of the unknown.

Drill, drill, drill OUCH the dentist hit a nerve!!

Apparently ‘novacane’, a drug commonly used in dental procedures to
numb the area around the tooth to be worked on, was non-existent.

Lucky me!

There was no way to escape my fate. I had to endure several more times what I
consider to be God-awful pain.

I cringed, grabbed the arms of the dental chair and held on for dear life.

Once all the decay had been removed, a rinse and air blown into the space
previously occupied by decay followed. Last step in the process was placement
of the amalgam filling.

Relief until the ‘next’ appointment.

My feeling on this topic is: “I suffered because someone didn’t do their job
and watch over me”.

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Throwback Thursday ~ No: 25

Topic: Mentors and Role Models

I chose ‘three’ women from my past who believed in me,

encouraged me and reiterated over and over to ‘never give

up in life’.

The first is the ‘park lady’, a woman who during summer

months spent her days teaching youth who never had the

opportunity to go on an actual vacation with parents. an

assortment of crafts.

This young woman taught me how to sew. Two summers

in a row at the conclusion of the summer program’s special

event I won ‘first’ place ribbons for the skirts I’d hand-sewn.

It was the beginning of a fun hobbie for me. Several years

I took night courses at the local vocational high school

(Sewing101 thru Advanced Sewing & Tailoring).

‘What a wonderful feeling of accomplishment to view dresses

I’d sewn for special occasions on display at the school’s craft fair’.

Later in life I pursued the art of quilting, an excellent

choice to use up one’s 100 percent cotton remnants.

The second person who influenced my life was a

business teacher who watched me, a young teen

with great potential, suddenly become a no-show

for class resulting in a drastic drop in grades.

She kept me after class one day and inquired to what

was different in my life. I had moved and started hanging

with the wrong crowd.

Her words were truly the wakeup call I needed to hear.

Someone actually cares about me.

From that day forward I vowed to never be truant again and

hand in ALL assignments on time.

Last on my list of whom to thank is an elementary teacher who

graduated with me each year. On Saturday mornings she taught

a French class from home and I was able to go ‘free of charge’.

She was there for me thru high school and beyond even attended

my wedding.

Each year she’d send me a beautiful Christmas card. Many times

she’d write words I so needed to hear with regard to perseverance

in my life.

“You’re such a smart young woman; please don’t ever give up on

yourself.”

My life has not been a bed of roses. On occasion I share bits and

pieces.

As I’m taking this trip down memory lane typing away tears are

streaming down my face.

I thank God for those ladies who influenced my life in a positive

manner.

Older and much wiser I know who does and doesn’t have my best

interests at heart.

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