how did you spend your allowance?

[bobss396]

16 hours ago, ranma said:

Allowance? Well I got one when I was growing up, which didn't last long with a "Little Brother tax" . My older brother was sort of a bully to me when growing up. Also done some things /forced that shouldn't had happened. All that got swept under the "rug" by my Parents!

My older brother was not good to us siblings. I believe that only my sister talks to him. His wife is bat poop crazy.

My parents let a lot go on, he was the 1st born and the golden child.

[bobss396]

11 hours ago, Little Timmy said:

I was bucking bales of Alfalfa when I was 7 .made $5 a day .

Had my own paper route when I was 11 . The other kids would screw around and didn't take it seriously so I ended up with 4 routes I turned into One large route.

Never had an allowance. I spent my own money on the usual car Mags, model kits,  heavy metal records, and clothes.  ( I quickly learned that just because your friends bought expensive clothes doesn't mean they were quality clothes. I was only "trendy" for a few months in 1977. )

 

Me and one other brothers were hustlers. He was the youngest brother and was always into something cool. We were good at finding odd jobs, even at age 8 or 10.

My dad made a crack once, about buying all his school clothes by age 16. So this is what I did, no more handouts for me.

This was the summer of 1971. I worked about a month for a pizza parlor at $1.50 an hour. 10 hour days, 7 days a week. Before that sentence, I was cutting lawns for $3 to $4 per cut.

The week before school, I'd take the bus into Babylon to Abraham & Strauss, pick up some jeans, on the way back I'd hit the army-navy store for t-shirts and the thrift store for "dead man" dress shirts. I was pretty pleased with myself.

[sidcharles]

45 minutes ago, bobss396 said:

. . . .  the thrift store for "dead man" dress shirts. I was pretty pleased with myself.

completely off topic anecdote:

when i worked in the carpenter's union 1978 or so, there was a guy whose neighbor died. the widow gave this guy her deceased husband's boots.

maybe the spirits were at play. not only did the guy wear them, but one day when we were framing the second floor, this guy walks right out of one of the door openings and drops about ten feet to the ground.

fortunately, or un, as you see fit, the fall ,nor sudden, stop seemed to faze him. he just got up, shook it off, and went about his business.

i never wanted to work around him after that, and gave him wide berth if i saw him coming.

[ranma]

3 hours ago, bobss396 said:

My older brother was not good

There was six of  us The oldest Linda (1961), Earl Jr (1963), Virginia (1965) Me (1967 Then an 8 year dry spell. Mike(1975) and lastly Patricia (1977). Earl jr was the brother that was the abusive one. Virginia passed from Cancer in 2009. Besides I was the Black sheep unwanted Child in all this.. My Family dynamics was bad for me! But then I also got the same treatment at school as well as my dad's mother! No escape from it till after high school!