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A Dollar Bill and a Stamped Envelope

Posted Tuesday, March 15, 2011, at 6:45 PM

A dollar bill doesn't go too far these days. I can remember growing up that if you earned a dollar as a kid, the choices were endless at the general store.

Our family didn't have much spending money growing up. If we acquired some change, it was spent thoughtfully at Anderson's General Store in King Hill.

Selling pop bottles was the best source of income for us. We would gather as many bottles as we could find and take them down to the store. Chuck Anderson, the store owner would count the bottles and distribute cash to five very excited kids. It was a beneficial transaction for all concerned, because our money went right back into the cash register after we purchased our treasures or treats.

Anderson's General Store was a tourist attraction before the I-84 was built. People would stop to picnic at the nice green park supplied with tables and shade trees. And if you needed gas, Chuck thoughtfully checked your oil and washed your windows!

Sadly, a dollar does not buy much in today's market. Today's modern child isn't too impressed with a quarter or a single dollar. Now a five dollar bill might spark some interest, but it almost takes a twenty dollar bill to achieve the same excitement that we felt as kids with our crisp single dollar bill.

Our children do not need the best things that money can buy, but they do need to learn the true value of a good name and reputation. Or to understand the gift of a kind and generous heart.

So, allow me to clarify meaning of the title for this blog; a dollar bill and a stamped envelope. If schoolchildren can collect pounds of pennies, then surely adults could come together with a dollar each for a cause.

When I was a single mom, we didn't have a lot of money, but the kids and I would put our spare change into a big glass container. The dimes were for spending; the quarters for laundry, the pennies for saving and the nickels were for God. We saved a lot of nickels.

Oh I know that a single dollar will not ease the misery or poverty that we see every day or the aftermath of natural disasters. But $25.00 dollars put together by a group of friends or family would make a difference.

Sometimes we think too big about helping others in need. I always keep in mind the saying, "the slightest deed meets the sorest need."

You can give because you have to or because you feel guilty. But if your heart is in the right place, being generous is as natural as breathing. It doesn't matter if it is a local family in need or people from another country reeling from the aftermath of a natural disaster, our dollar will make a difference to someone.


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I remember Roberson's. Ah! the smell of leather.

I liked riding bareback better than using a saddle too.

Thank you everyone.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Wed, Mar 16, 2011, at 10:31 AM

Kudos to you Bonnie, great story.

And EE, you also. As a kid growing up, I was lucky...and I knew it. I had a horse! A horse! Had always been my dream, and I was blessed. I also had a cheap little halter and rope, and a cheaper bridle, and 1 curry comb. I didn't have a clue they were cheap at the time....I just knew they were mine. I only as an adult realized how cheap those were, once I acquired what I had as an adult. I still have that 1 curry comb. And ya know, they are made exactly the same now. I also remember one time, my Dad took me to the old "Roberson's Cowboy Supply" It was on Airbase road. I suppose I showed a lack of interest in what I considered bulky saddles, so we left. It wasn't til years later that it hit me that my Dad had been in there to buy me a saddle! I asked him about that, and he said I didn't seem to want, which I'm sure made him happy. I rode that horse with a twine around her neck and bareback....with my feet bare also all around this town. Me and Christi Stoecker rode in more than one parade in pin striped overalls and barefeet, just because we could.

I was happy, my horse was happy..... I didn't need money.

Later I decided I might need money, so I got a job flagging for crop dusters all hours of the nights and days. I think we were paid 1.90 an hour. But if you work nearly 24 hours a day, that adds up!

ahhhhhhhhhh....good memories....

Jessie

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Wed, Mar 16, 2011, at 9:31 AM

Right on target, I remember as a kid working the local country farms, bringing in the hay from the field which was very heavy then putting it on the wagon and then into the barn, also cleaning the chicken houses (nasty job). I got a big 1 dollar an hour with the hay and figured I was rich. Moved on later as a teenager working part time in a gas station, that was a lot easier. but still work dealing with fixing flat tires and no machines then just 2 tire irons and a rubber hammer. I wasn't told to do it, I did it because I wanted the extra money that my parents couldn't afford to just up and give me. Be nice if kids today had to learn just what the dollar is all about and how to earn it.

-- Posted by Eagle_eye on Wed, Mar 16, 2011, at 5:41 AM


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