I went downtown this afternoon for a bit. My kids are interested in money (who isn’t?), so I went to the bank to get some ‘samples’ and one of those quarter-collecting books, and then over to our local thrift store to see if they had any money-related items. I passed over a weird tiny vending machine and a scary ceramic piggy bank shaped like a cat (catty-bank?), but I did get this.
A coin purse! Sure, I’ll let the kids play with it for a while, but then this baby’s all mine. Did your dad keep one of these in his pocket? (Dad, do you still have yours?) Lloyd and I have laughed before that our memories of our father’s pocket contents are exactly the same: a coin purse, keys, a nail clipper, a pocketknife and a chapstick.
Plus, it makes an awesome, slightly creepy eyeless puppet.
Brad says
Our dad had one of those, but I don’t remember what else he kept in his pockets. I used his as both an eyeless puppet, and a spaceship docking station that flying saucers used.
Lloyd says
Shiny, metal flying saucers?
Brad says
Exactly.
Deanne says
I think I had one of those. And my grandparents… lots of folks, really. But my dad had this cool accordion-thingie for change. Like this one: http://www.brandsonsale.com/ync-92808.html
Beth says
DID our Dad have one? Heh. He still DOES!
Lauren'sdad says
Yep, I STILL have one, probably not the same one I had before you left for college. It’s deteriorating, but then so are the coins of the land. I most likely don’t have a like-new one in a drawer somewhere. But the way things are going, one won’t be needed.
Lauren says
Yay! What I really need is your awesome bank that looks like a cash register. Another of my favorite childhood memories. (It only opened when you reached $10.)
Lauren'sdad says
That was to keep children out of it. It can be cracked another way.
Lauren says
What!?!? All those wasted years trying to pry that little door open but being afraid I’d bend it were for not? (naught?) (I didn’t want the money, I just had to see inside.)
Peggy says
My dad didn’t have any pockets…
Lloyd says
Were you too poor to afford pockets?
Peggy says
When we were kids, we were lucky to afford pants. Pockets were a luxury we never knew.
Lloyd says
Did you have a pair of pants, or just one?
Peggy says
HA!!
I never had a pear until today.
Deanne says
And it was inside a little jello!
Curt says
I still have mine from when I was a kid. It is red and has Concordia Bank on it. I store my old wheat pennies in it now.
Peggy says
Happy Birthday Curt!! Have a great day!!!
Buy yourself some expensive pants…or a bank!
Curt says
Thanks Peggy!! Nah, expensive pants are a waste on me. Buying a bank is a good idea. Some are selling pennies on the dollar. I can’t wait to go home and get out my penny jar.
Rae says
My dad had one of these too! His was dark green and had a round hole on the back side (about the size of a pencil eraser). He hung it on a little hook in the car right next to his inconspicuous little cross. Maybe that was a sign to anyone thinking of taking his coins. 🙂 I know the little cross still resides in his vehicle, but I haven’t seen the other in quite some time.