I can remember when I was nine I had my own paper route. I delivered the evening paper, which meant that after school I would come home, roll and rubber band each newspaper, load them onto my bike and begin delivering them. Rain, shine, snow, and slush. There were gross snow days where my dad would come home early and we would load up my papers in the back of his truck with the tailgate down. I would sit on the tailgate with my legs dangling and he would take me on my route, stop at each house, and I would jump off and throw the newspaper to its spot on the subscriber’s porch.
coin changer like the one I had for my paper route
I sometimes loved those snowy days, as cold as they may have been, just for the chance to hang out on the tailgate, and know my dad was there with me driving along. My money memory is from my paper route. I cannot remember if I actually got paid for delivering papers, or if the only payment was through tips. Each month I would take my collection book to each subscriber’s house and collect the amount they owed for the newspaper. Often I would get a tip. Tips ranged widely in amounts and really depended on who answered the door that day. The generous wife, the miserly husband, the kid who would just pay me the exact amount. Usually the best tips were around Christmas time.
It was a tough time for my family, my mom often worked many jobs to help ensure there was food on the table. I would give my parents my tip money so they could put it in my savings account, and many years later I found out that my parents were not putting it in my savings account, but that my tips were being spent. Maybe it was for the electric or phone bills, or maybe for the food on the table. It does not matter now, I will always remember that as my first money memory. Not the best lesson to learn, but maybe that is what has made me so careful with my money now.
What is your earliest money memory?
I liked this post, Tami…I babysat for 35 cents/hour and 50 cents after midnight, as a teenager. Also, I had a coin collection as a little girl, with all denominations of coins from different mints and different years carefully taped into small notebooks. One afternoon, a brush fire got away from my dad, and he had to call the local rural fire department. Somehow I thought we would have to pay the firemen for coming to help us, and, knowing that our family was very short on money, I tore out all of the coins from my notebooks, put the money in a jar and took it down to my dad. I remember sitting in my bedroom destroying my little books, but have no memory of the actual giving of it to my folks nor their response. I just remember feeling that I was scared, and had to do something to help. I must have been about 10 at the time, and we’d just moved to Michigan. I also babysat for 35 cents/hour and 50 cents after midnight. I worked in a family shoe store from age 14 through college. Got free room and board as an R.A in my dorm….been mostly working ever since.
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Thank you for sharing! I love how conscientious you were during the brush fire. Do you still have your collection?
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Excellent article! My godparents are gave me money every holidays and I always gave it to my mom as she promised to deposit it in a savings bank. Like you, there was no bank account on my name and it was spent! Sometimes I still bring that out to my mom ha!
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