For the February Follow a Sketch

Along with the toys my dad found while cleaning out the basement, there was a bank envelope of change. This brought back some very happy memories. In between our visits to my grandparents, my grandma would save her pin money and put them in various golden-brown bank envelopes. Sometimes she would have so much change that they went into small recycled jam jars. These envelopes (or jar) would then be tucked under my pillow - sometimes with a candy bar. Later, I learned that my grandma used to do the same thing for my dad…saving and saving to help pay for his first year of college. Saving like this was not easy for them and this is just another memory of how wonderful her soul was.