Cleaning Dad's Golf Clubs

[Beezer]

Back in the early to mid 70's, my Dad used to give me a 2 dollar bill to scrub and clean his golf clubs...he played 9 holes every Friday after work.

I swear that 2 dollars was a King's Ransom! I would go to the local Convenience Store and purchase chips, gum, pop, freezies, and all kinds of candies. Dad still has a soft touch to this day. I'll take my girls over to help him rake up leaves from the yard and he gives them each a 10 dollar bill. Sweet!

Another memory...

My Great Grandmother used to iron her dollar bills before she placed them in the birthday card so they were crisp. I never forgot that...it was such a sweet and loving touch!

Were your own folks generous at times growing up?

 

[Been There]

I was raised by my grandparents after I way 9 years old. On my birthday, my grandma always baked me a cake and Gramps would ask if I wanted store bought ice cream or did I want to make my own. I would change off and on. They never asked me what I wanted as a gift, but they somehow always knew. One year, I think I was 14, they bought me a big bike, 26” I think. I liked my smaller bike, but also rode the bigger one from time to time so I didn’t hurt their feelings. Then when I was 16, they bought me a used car and I didn’t have a license yet. It was 3 months before I got my license. I liked driving to school. I was tired of riding the bus. Getting that car was a huge surprise.

 

[Geezer Garage]

I was the oldest of five, and when growing up we were far from well off, but always had what we needed, and got some nice things at Christmas most years. My Dad's Mom would slip me a few bucks from time to time, which I always appreciated. As my Dad's business prospered in later years after my departure, my younger siblings were somewhat spoiled, which in my view was actually a disservice to them in the long run, but I know they meant well.

 

[Timewise 60+]

When I visited my Grandparents, only had one set as my father's parents died before I was born, my grandmother would sneak me into her bedroom and begin going through her close in her closet. That is where she hid her cash. She would slip me a bill $5, $10, or $20 (it grew as I got older). She would tell me "Don't tell anyone, it is a secret just between you and I". She was a special lady in many other ways, but this memory of her is special to me. Of course, I did tell my mom when I got money, but she told me to use it any way I want, as that is what granny wanted me to do.