Sunday morning, two days ago, Kansas City set a record for the overnight low temp (very low 30's). Today, we either tied the record for the daytime high (91) or set a new record at 92......update and final verdict will come on the 6 pm news. Geesh! Mother Nature needs to get over whatever's ailing her!! Thanks to our allergies, we had to resort to turning on the a/c late this afternoon.
As we were doing our podcast this morning, hubby reminisced about belonging to Columbia Record Club and how exciting it was to get a new record. He asked if I'd ever belonged - I drooled over their ads many times. But as a teenager, I simply did not have spendable cash for such things. The local Mattingly's 5 and 10 was the only store that carried records. I would save my meager allowance and watch excitedly for new 45's to come out......I think they could be had for 75 cents each.
The LP's were a different story. The selection wasn't huge, and the authenticity of some was questionable. If you wanted a popular album, you had to watch closely. I would check every week to see if a new release had come in - I especially watched for any new music by Paul Revere & The Raiders.....my faves! The LP's sold for around $4 to $4.50 each. So if a new one hit the store and I didn't have the money saved up, I took evasive action. I would find the new album on the rack and immediately take it from the front of the stack and "stash" it at the back. That scenario repeated itself weekly until I had the money saved up to buy it.
Believe it or not, that tactic usually worked........probably because there was only one other Paul Revere & The Raiders fan in the county - my best friend Jan. I don't know if anyone else ever tried that tactic, or if anyone besides Mom caught onto what I was doing. She was amused at my strategy - not to the point she ever gave me extra money to help out, of course.
When my grandfather was alive, he occasionally helped me out.....sometimes in more ways than one. You see, my grandparents had divorced when my dad and his brothers were very young. Both grandparents lived in the town where I went to school, and neither one drove. So when we made our weekly treks "to town" to grocery shop, etc., we would take both of them with us. I got the dubious honor of sitting between Grandpa and Grandma in the back seat. We would pick Grandpa up first and put off "enjoying" Grandma's company as long as possible (translation: she wasn't the most pleasant person to be around). Grandpa, though, knew her well - he would wait until she was in the car with us, then he would hand me $1 for spending money. Never one to be outdone by anyone, Grandma would hurriedly fork one over as well. Many is the time I got to shop with a hefty $2 in my purse! Bless Grandpa's heart. He's been gone since I was 13, but there are still times I think of him and smile.
Good memories keep us going sometimes!
TTFN
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