My Daddy was always frugal. He grew up in the Depression and upon his passing, we found much evidence of his thrifty ways, tucked among his belongings. I won’t get into all the details, but, trust me, every nook and cranny was a Glory Hole in his eyes.
The man loved to save rubber bands, ink pens and string. Every hear of the ‘World’s largest ball of twine’? He had it! And pieces of foil? (omg) He believed that you should wipe off and reuse foil whenever possible, which meant always.
Daddy could stretch a dollar and also stretch a meal. He loved left-over night and finding all the surprises hidden away in the back of the fridge. Sometimes this could cause mealtime strife, especially if he was at my house going through my refrigerator. He would open, smell and exclaim, “It’s still good, let’s finish it up!”. To which I would answer, “Daaaaddddy, please don’t do that”.
Yes, some of his economizing would make me cringe, like trying to get a ‘deal’ on everything he purchased and having a coupon for everything else. But, I think of him now, everytime I buy something on sale and I know he would be proud.
My Daddy was always frugal…frugal like a fox! His scrimping and saving sent my brother and I to college and allowed him to live comfortably until he left this world. Although, I had some embarrassing times with him, I would give anything to see his eyes sparkle again, when I asked, “I’ve got a coupon for a chocolate dip cone at Dairy Queen, want to go?”
I know he’d say yes!