"When I was a young girl, my mother gave me fifty cents a month as pocket money. In those days, fifty cents could buy a lot. If at the end of the day, I asked for more, she would look me in the eye and say, "Money doesn't grow on trees. If you want more, you'll have to work for it." That was when I started washing the family car and cleaning the windows of our house."
Musings of my 87 year old aunt.
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