Devastated

When I was about 9, my mother emphasized the importance of savings. She set up a bank savings account for me and explained that the bank would pay me interest every quarter. I had my own passbook and would take it into the bank periodically and the interest was recorded and I watched it grow.

There was a problem and lesson learned. I had a great aunt that worked at a bank and every year for my birthday she would sent a brand new, crisp $2 bill. My father for his job as a salesman would have to travel to Las Vegas once a month and every month he would bring me back a Morgan silver dollar. I dutifully took these items to the bank and deposited them into my savings account (thinking that they would put them into a box for safe keeping).

When I was 13, we were going to move to a new town and I needed to close my account. I was devastated to find out that I would not be receiving my 13 brand new, crisp $2.00 bills and 75 Morgan dollars that I had so carefully saved.

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