Story Weekend: Banks
I love picking weird topics for Story Weekend because I never know what interesting stories those topics will elicit in my readers. I’ll start it off with my own comment this time and then I hope you’ll join in.
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge. Happy writing!
I was a twenty-year-old mess. After dropping out of college in my junior year, I wanted to move from New Jersey to California to live with my boyfriend, but first I needed to make some money because–needless to say–my freaked out parents were cutting me off. I got a job as a teller in a quiet little bank, carefully socking away every penny of the $300 a month I was making. During the long stretches between customers, I worked on a needlepoint tapestry that read ‘Home Sweet Home’, hoping that was what I would find on the other side of the country.
I was at the tender age of 29 years when I shocked my parents. After having met a man at my work place I followed him to the Far East. It should have been a vacation to start with and to find out whether I would be able to live in a country where many things would be so much different to the East of Switzerland. Taifuns, floods and the occasional earth quake, but it turned out just wonderful. I would do it all over again.
Have you ever thought about writing your autobiography? i would love to hear more about your life!!
Thanks, Nancy. I have an idea for a memoir, but I won’t have time to write it until I retire, which will probably be never!
Well, actually, I am GLAD you have no plans to retire!!! i am nearly finished reading your books and am already stressing about how much I’ll miss them!!!
As a joke I was given a “bank” in the form of Miss Piggy by friends who were cleaning out their mother’s home after her death. They were expecting that I would dispose of her so they wouldn’t have to. She makes me smile every day when I go to my little home office. She is ceramic and stands about 18″ tall. I’ve grown accustomed to her tiara, her string of pearls and her not so subtle décolletage. I will not use her for my surplus coins because there is no way to retrieve them without smashing her to bits. She is my friend and my muse.
My grandparents opened up an account for me and my other two girl cousin when we were smaller. When I was younger my mom managed it and now i manage my own banking. I’m almost 23 and I’ve been doing my own banking since I was a teen. I even have different funds in my bank to help with big purchases. It’s nice to learn at young age to manage your own money. I always pay my credit card in full, but then again I don’t make crazy purchases.
What an intelligent young woman you are! My husband and I are in our middle 70’s and have been married 56 years. It was very tough going for a long time, but we decided to always pay off any credit cards we have and we used them a lot and we’re really on top of a lot of people we know and we did all this and also raised 4 children. Keep up the good work and you’ll be a very happy person in your older age.
At the ripe old age of 19 I began my Banking career – went from teller to VP mortgage loans in only 34 years ! Oh my how banking has changed ! I also stayed with the same Company for the entire 34 years! Sadly a group of Hot shots took charge & lost the bank along with our pensions ! Yes I moved to another local small bank – however Paper or Plastic ( bagging groceries) seems better everyday !!!
I am afraid I cant think of anything to contribute to this but wanted to let you know I have been here and read the stories:)
I shocked my parents when, at the age of 23, they asked me what did I do on my date? I had just gotten home from my 2nd date with this guy, and I told them we looked at a condo together and we were moving in together. They didn’t even believe me at first. It does sound crazy, but to us it didn’t seem crazy. It just felt right. This was 13 years ago. We did move in together and have been together ever since. We have been happily married for 11 years and we had a beautiful wedding. We now have 2 beautiful children, a son and a daughter.
Wait LOL that has nothing to do with a bank. I just realized the topic was banks. I read your first comment Diane, and I thought it was about shocking your parents. Oh well, I hoped you liked my story anyway!
Wait, actually it was Regula’s comment that said something about shocking your parents. Oh dear, I’m a hot mess today!
I knew you got the posts mixed up, Helen–easy to do! I still loved reading your happy and pretty amazing love story. I’m sure you guys also opened a joint bank account, right?
Sorry if I confused you. Smile!
My reference was to moving away – like you in your story, Diana. Only I did not have to “rob a bank” for the adventure.