I will be having some posts about money for awhile as its been on my mind more than usual.
While waiting for my husband to show up for a cheap date (a meditation class) at a local B&N a few nights back, I picked up Jeff Yeager’s book, The Ultimate Cheapskate and began reading it. I almost never buy books. So I am waiting for The Ultimate Cheapskate to show up at the library. I believe one of the first chapters asks the reader:
What’s your earliest childhood memory of money?
My first childhood memory of money comes from an incident which occured when I was about eight years old. My mother gave me five bucks to go to the local store to pick up something. Somewhere along the way I lost the money. I searched everywhere for it with no luck. Came back home and as was (and still is) common with me and my honesty, confessed. Got a good beating, cried. The end.
But it was not the end. About a week later, our maid servant was given twenty bucks to go to the store and get some stuff. She lost the money. Came home and admitted the loss to my mother. And my mother said it was okay and not to worry.
This incident gives a bit of an insight into my relationship with my mother. And my tightwad behaviour. I am very careful with everything I own. I almost never lose anything including the little stuff like pencils, hair clips, etc, etc. I never misplace anything. Maybe this incident will save me money in the long run. Who knows? But the incident is one of many financial incidents that eventually determined my current relationship with my family.
