Mother and Money

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Irene (on phone): Cath, I found two bank books, one with your name and one with your sister's that your father had set up. On January 31, 2004 there was one thousand-three hundred dollars. Your father was good to save all that money in an account for you

Me (thinking what bank still uses "books" to stamp your balance): Well, we probably cashed those out after Dad died. I think the bank would have contacted us if they were still active. Besides, you know one thousand dollars isn't a ton of money these days.

Irene: It's not ONE thousand - it's one thousand-THREE-HUNDRED.

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My mother is not so good with numbers these days. In actuality, the balance could be $1.30 or $13,000. After ending the initial conversation, she called me back about 5 minutes later, which is the norm, to let me know where she has put the books. I'm guessing the accounts were probably closed years ago, but I'm curious none the less. Who wants to be a millionaire? I do.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I love these conversations with your Mother.
October 11, 2009 at 9:44 AM
lesbo said…
here's to hoping for a million bucks!
October 11, 2009 at 12:27 PM
small town dyke said…
here's to hoping it's bunches of money!!!
October 11, 2009 at 7:47 PM
Shrinky said…
Priceless! If it's $1 or $1,000,000 - isn't it just proof how much your dad loved you?

(OMG, the word verification is "pants" - what the hell do I know? Laughing..)
October 12, 2009 at 11:40 AM
Allison said…
Me, too. I'm in the process of claiming "abandonded" property in my name left in the state of MA...I suspect it is a $20 bank account from when I was 8, but who knows!
October 12, 2009 at 12:27 PM
Ellie Creek Ellis said…
well, that 300 makes a difference! check it out and let us know! i want to KNOW a millionaire! :o)
October 13, 2009 at 8:47 AM
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