Once a long long time ago when I was a little girl, I could’nt get to sleep one night so I crept down stairs originally to go and sit on the front porch. But i could hear my Dad and his friends down in the basement playing cards.

So I snuck (I thought) down the basement stairs and crawled over and sat in a corner and watched them play.

After awhile they left so i came out and to my amazement, someone had left fifteen cents on the table.  Well the thing to do was leave it alone and go to bed, but noooooooo way  I scooped that  money up and held it so tight that my hand was sweating.  it was Sturday-no school so i did my chores after hiding that  fifteen cents in my coat pocket in the closet.  All while I was working around the house I was trying to figure out what to do with my money–Shut back then I think it was like 1949  with fifteen cents I was rich!!!.

     Let me see, I’ll go up to the corner store and get some candy and a pickle; Oh no that store man will get to talking to my mom and say something like, “I hope all that candy did’nt make your daughter sick.”  And I will have to explain where I got the money and why I was in the basement and not the bed and I can feel the switches already.  Lets see, I could short cut through the alley and go over to A&P and get something.  No that manager is a deacon at the church he would call my Dad cause im too far away from home and alone, darn!

     Well i’ll just wait and put it in church tommorro, umm mm–God would know that I did not earn that money niether did anyone give it to me, so it’s stolen.  god would send me to the devil for that.  After several more bad ideas I gave up  and took the 3 nickels and buried them under a crabapple tree in the woods near our house and never went back for it.  My fifteen cents is probably still there I know the woods are.  What a big problem for a little girl.