'THE PENNY PUPPY'

What a great story. I enjoyed it so very much. Funny how something so simple as that little ceramic puppy bank can come to have so very much meaning. Thanks for a good read.
Nancy

I Love this one Bonnie...It is so very close to the rubber "Leo the Lion" bank we had in our house growing up...He too got heavy...Heavy enough to go through the hall wall when I moved after my brother threw it at me...It's funny how your parents notice a picture has been moved as soon as they walk in the house...I might add that the lion did not pay to have the wall fixed...Dad had a way of teaching us how to share...LOL...Bonnie, thanks for the story and for bring back the memories of a much younger time...Big Hug & Love...Grizz

Brothers and sisters are supposed to be the people we practice 'life' on, and learn how to act in the outside world. Dear heavens, if that were so we would all be in the jailhouse somewhere, us four sisters and our brother!!*lol*
Yes, parents notice pictures moved, that is a given!! It's their JAWB!!
Bonnie

The birds are singing while a cool summer breeze ruffles the curtains. I have a delicious cup of coffee to sip on while reading yet another great story from Bonnie. What a wonderful way to begin the morning! BJ

Another nice ''homey'' story.Bonnie I never cease to be amazed at all the ''stuff''that is in you head still after all those ''purgings'' we went through!!Luv Dolores.

What a great story and how wonderful it is to carry it on over the generations. Bonnie, your stories never cease to amaze, amuse and delight me. Sue

wonderful story. i think we all had one of these. mind broke a few yrs. ago hahah so much moving around, well keep the good stories coming. lol cuz juanita

Good grief, Bonnie, what would your loving tribe do without their talented scribe to enlighten us with wonderful memories? As usual, another well done piece most of us can relate to. Kathe

Hi Bonnie,
How I enjoyed your story, complete with pictures! It took me back to my own childhood when my father used to keep a dark brown and light beige tin can for loose change on a shelf in his closet. It had been filled with peanut brittle when new, but I don't recall the brand name. Daddy cut a slot in the metal top and emptied his pocket change in there each evening after work. As kids, sometimes my sister, brother and I would go count the coins, and once in a while we even "borrowed" some of the money out of that peanut brittle can! That's when fifty cent pieces were in abundance, and we got fifty cents a week for allowance. On two occasions my sister and I borrowed three nickels and two pennies from Daddy's jar, then coaxed our younger brother into exchanging his ONE coin (fifty cents) for "ALL FIVE PIECES OF THIS OTHER MONEY", and he complied. After all, we were older and wiser. Then we spent his fifty cents on chocolate candy at Fling's, the corner grocery store within walking distance of home.
Thank you for the walk down memory lane. I enjoy all of your stories so much.
Blessings,
Sandi in FL.