Nothing as a teenager. Got a little change on occasion as a kid, nothing as regular as an allowance.
One time Mom had enough spare cash she gave my brother and I a quarter, a piece. Damn, we were stepping in tall cotton that day.
Allowance? That’s what hunting pop bottles in the bar ditches and baby-sitting was. Plus, we were able to keep whatever we earned. Some of the kids we went to school with weren’t so lucky.
Judy, that was how I earned any spending money, that and mowing lawns.
My allowance was hoeing cotton fields 12 hours a day in the summer. Then on saturday my mom would give us 5 dollars out of our weeks pay. I am glad as hell my mom never made me pick cotton in the fall when it was ready. I watched her do it and that was miserable backbreaking work.
Rooting beer bottles out of the roadside ditches was a major summer sport. The local convenience market would cash them for us and we could spend an hour deciding where our “$0.32” was going at the candy counter.
I started in construction when I got old enough to push a broom and clean up a jobsite. I’ll never forget hauling bricks and mud for a bricklayer for $0.50 an hour–actually decent money for a kid in 1965.
Not only did I not get an allowance, I had to work for my room and board.
Paper route. Mowing lawns. Raking leaves.
THAT was my allowance.
as was mine.
the opportunity to serve papers, move lawns and rake leaves
Paper route. Mowing lawns. Raking leaves. THAT was my “allowance”.
Sorry for the repeat.
Sorry for the repeat.
mine was “you eat here don’t you?”
“now go do the lawn”
No such thing as allowance…. chores to boot. But if I wanted to make some dough, there was ALWAYS a cooling tower that needed the pigeon crap cleaned out of it, or some air handler coils that needed cleaning.
Nothing as a teenager. Got a little change on occasion as a kid, nothing as regular as an allowance.
One time Mom had enough spare cash she gave my brother and I a quarter, a piece. Damn, we were stepping in tall cotton that day.
Allowance? That’s what hunting pop bottles in the bar ditches and baby-sitting was. Plus, we were able to keep whatever we earned. Some of the kids we went to school with weren’t so lucky.
Judy, that was how I earned any spending money, that and mowing lawns.
My allowance was hoeing cotton fields 12 hours a day in the summer. Then on saturday my mom would give us 5 dollars out of our weeks pay. I am glad as hell my mom never made me pick cotton in the fall when it was ready. I watched her do it and that was miserable backbreaking work.
Rooting beer bottles out of the roadside ditches was a major summer sport. The local convenience market would cash them for us and we could spend an hour deciding where our “$0.32” was going at the candy counter.
I started in construction when I got old enough to push a broom and clean up a jobsite. I’ll never forget hauling bricks and mud for a bricklayer for $0.50 an hour–actually decent money for a kid in 1965.
Not only did I not get an allowance, I had to work for my room and board.
Paper route. Mowing lawns. Raking leaves.
THAT was my allowance.
as was mine.
the opportunity to serve papers, move lawns and rake leaves
Paper route. Mowing lawns. Raking leaves. THAT was my “allowance”.
Sorry for the repeat.
Sorry for the repeat.
mine was “you eat here don’t you?”
“now go do the lawn”
No such thing as allowance…. chores to boot. But if I wanted to make some dough, there was ALWAYS a cooling tower that needed the pigeon crap cleaned out of it, or some air handler coils that needed cleaning.