True Story Having a Jewish Father
We have all heard about what Jewish Mothers are like. And most of it is correct. But in these times I thought I would share this TRUE story with someone out there who might need it.
When I was about 6 years old the family went to Woolworth once a week without missing it rain or shine. I would run up and down the store seeing what I could spend my money on before they close. My twin sister and I got our little allowance to spend. I saw a glass piggy bank that I really liked. I told my Dad that I needed it to save money. Thinking he would like me to do so because money had always burned a hole in my pocket. My Dad looked at the bank and said, So you want to save money? Not that the item was a pig but he went straight to my sales pitch. Oh, Yes that is what I want it for! He told me to hold off on it because I didn't have enough money to buy it and would need my Dad to pay for most of it. Thinking that the next week I would have it for sure. When we got home he went and clean out a jar and put a hole for the money. He said, HERE. I asked him what is this? it is a bank for you to save money. Then my father said, YOU DON'T spend money to make money. Nothing is on sale if you can't afford it and this last one was making money work for you. My Father went on to say, when you get enough money then we will go to the bank and you can put it where it will earn you money. I just wanted the cute piggy. I got instead a lesson that has stayed with me to this day! Just a thought.