I confess I have a ping-pong mind. It sort of bounces from topic to topic, memory to memory. Today a combination of the weather and getting some birthday money into a card for my grandson led me to a long ago piggy bank incident ...
It wasn't even spring; it was fall but the weather was grey like it is now and we had been "trapped" on the farm for harvest. The harvest was in, my dad finally had a day off and a chance to relax. Wonderful except that there was absolutely no money. The crop was off but the grain hadn't been sold. In the day, merchants in our small town "carried" us and families like us from harvest to harvest. Once Dad sold grain, he'd go to town to settle the bills.
But I digress. Everyone wanted off the farm. Long pre-television days, movies still had a magic that nothing today approaches. Dad and Mom consulted with my brother and I - it was unanimous. We would crack the bank. I remember the four of us taking the coins out and counting together to see if there was enough money to 'see a show.' There was and though this might seem like we were poor (maybe we were), my brother and I remembered our childhoods as some of the best days of our lives. Ping- and then...
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.