The Dime Jar

My sister and I were laughing as we remembered  the dime jar!

 This is the dime jar.  It sat on Mom’s walnut hutch.

 

Dad would take the dimes from his pocket change and put them in the dime jar.  Each Sunday he would make sure each of us – the four sisters – had a dime for Sunday School offering.

And our laughter was remembering David our paper boy.  He would come to collect for the week’s papers and tear out the little coupon stub from his flip book showing that we had paid.  More than once when he came to collect, we might say Mom and Dad aren’t home so we don’t have any money and David would pipe up “get it from the dime jar!”