Every Saturday night, my mother would sit at the cleaned table and carefully put the money into my father's salary bag.
"This is for the landlord." Mother mumbled and piled up the big silver coins.
"This is the money paid to the grocery store." Another pile of silver coins.
"Karen needs a palm pad for her shoes." Mother took out another small silver coin.
"The teacher said that I must buy a book this week." Some of our children suggested.
Mother took out a nickel or dime and put it aside with a serious face.
We watched this pile of money get smaller and smaller. Finally, dad always said, "Is that all?" Mother nodded, so that everyone could rest and relax in their chairs. Mom will look up and smile and say softly, "well, don't go to the bank to withdraw money." My mother has money in the bank, which is a good thing. We are all proud of it. Give people a warm and safe feeling. None of the people we know has a deposit in the bank of this city.
I can't forget the scene where the Jansons who lived at the end of the street were kicked out of their house because they couldn't pay the rent. We saw some unknown adults move the furniture. Poor Mrs. Jenson was in tears, and I was very scared. Will all this fall on us?
At this time, Degema's hot little hand reached over and grabbed my hand, gently saying to me, "We have money in the bank." I feel relieved after hearing this.
Lyles wants to go to business school after graduating from high school. Mom said, "All right." Dad nodded in agreement.
Everyone eagerly pulled up their chairs and gathered at the table. I took down the brightly colored box and put it carefully in front of my mother. This box was sent to us by Sigri Menstruation in Norway on Christmas Day.
This is our "small bank" The difference between it and the big bank in the city is that it uses the money inside when it is in urgent need: Quentin used it when he broke his arm and asked for a doctor; Daigema has a bad cold, so Dad can use it if he wants to buy medicine. ...
Lyles listed the various expenses of going to college. Mother looked at the clearly written figures for a long time, and then counted the money in the small bank. But it's not enough.
Mother closed her lips and whispered, "It's best not to use big bank money." We all agree.
Lyles suggested, "I will work in a grocery store in Delun in summer." His mother smiled gratefully at him. She slowly wrote down a number and then added and subtracted it. Dad did a quick mental calculation. "Not enough," he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth and studying it for a long time. "I quit smoking." My mother reached out from the table, silently stroked my father's sleeve, and wrote down another number.
I said, "I go to Sandeman's house to see the children every Friday night." Seeing the eyes of my sisters, I added, "Quentin, Degema, Karen, help me watch it together." "Very good." Mom said.
Once again, we avoided using our mother's bank deposit, and we felt very practical.
Even during the strike, mother didn't let us worry too much. Qi Xin made concerted efforts to delay the withdrawal of money from big banks. This is as interesting as playing games.
We don't mind moving the sofa into the kitchen because then we can rent out the front room.
During that time, my mother went to the bakery in krupa to help, and the reward was a big bag of moldy bread and coffee cake. Mom said that fresh bread is not good for people, and the coffee cake baked in the oven tastes similar to that just baked.
Dad goes to the dairy company to brush bottles every night. The boss gave him three quarts of fresh milk and took it away as long as it was sour. Mother makes yogurt into cheese.
Finally, the strike was over and dad went to work again. Mom's back seemed a little straighter than usual that day.
She looked at us proudly and said, "Great, how's it going? We held back again and didn't go to the big bank to withdraw money. "
Later, the children all grew up to work, got married and left home. My father seems to be getting shorter and my mother's yellow hair is shining with white hair.
At that time, we bought a small house and my father began to receive a pension.
At that time, my first novel was published in a magazine.
When I received the check, I hurried to my mother's house and put a long green note on her lap. I said to her, "This is for you. Put it in the passbook. " She held the check in her hand for a while and said, "All right." There was a look of pride in his eyes. "Would you like to go with me? Catherine? "
"I didn't want to go, mom. You see, I have signed it and deposited it in your account. Just give it to the bank clerk and the money will be deposited in your account. "
My mother looked up at me with a smile on her lips. "Where there is any deposit," she said, "I have lived all my life, from
I have never been in the gate of a bank before. "