I’m trying to document the objects I have that my relatives
may wonder about after I die and am no longer around for them to ask. (I’m not
planning to die anytime soon, but it’s better to do this before I need to. My
mother said she’d do it for her jewelry, and she never did.) So here are some
small objects, mostly sitting on my bureau.
The penny
jar is a holdover from my college days. At Antioch College, we were given
several booklets of “food stamps” to use in the cafeteria, campus coffee shop,
and the Inn, the campus restaurant for visitors. The stamps were in
denominations comparable to coins, but there were no penny stamps. So students
would accumulate pennies over the course of a quarter (no semesters at this
school), and since many of us had empty Chianti bottles, those became our
default “penny jars.”
Once I left
school, saving pennies had become a habit. This jar holds around $12 worth when
it’s full, and as you can see, I recently redeemed its contents. Since the
pandemic lockdown, I haven’t used cash for anything, and who knows when I will
again. Maybe there won’t be anymore pennies for this jar.
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