No mater how sick he was all month, he had to go to town on the first. He had to pick up his check from the V.A. Grandpa fought in the Spanish American war in Cuba. He always went to the same bank up town Monroe. Grandma and if I was there I went. They had to walk a long way to the city bus stop. Grandma got what the Longs called "The Old Age Pension" Huey P. Long taxed the oil companies so much per gallon of oil they produced. At that time Louisiana was tops in oil and gas. Then there was no Social Security, Grandpa worked for the railroad but not long enough to retire. I am sure my Grandparents paid their fair share of taxes. The V.A. would have mailed his check, like Grandma, but this is another story farther for another time. When we got to town Grandma went to the same grocery store every month, Grandpa went to the court house. Then he went to the bank. I never knew why he always went outside to count his money. This one time the cashier made a mistake. Well you know they would be skeptical of him coming back in and saying young lady you made a mistake. The manager was close by when Grandpa told her. He walks up to Grandpa and said " This bank does not make mistakes". Grandpa said "Yes she did". Well the man took him by the arm to lead him out and said "No this bank does not make mistakes." Grandpa was a very honest man and they thought I am sure that he was going to try to say they shorted him. As he was leaving he said "Well thank you Sir for the extra ten dollar". Well the banker tried to get the ten dollars bank, but Grandpa knew what he had thought,and he was a little insulted. Grandpa always wore his best overalls and he was wiry old fox. As he opened the door he said. "No Sir remember you said this bank makes no mistakes" He laughed and told everybody he treated Grandma and me to hamburgers and cokes at Five Points, then to ice cream with that extra ten dollars. But he always did that any way. I wonder if that stiff banker ever told anybody else that this bank makes no mistakes. I hope you enjoyed this story about Grandpa and the stiff banker, that is what Grandpa called him. Thank you for watching my garden grow and bloom and I hope you grow one of your own. Happy gardening to you from Carrel and I , Juanita.
What a great story. The Stiff Banker would certainly have not repeated those words again to anyone else, Thats for sure!!!
ReplyDeleteThe garden shots are so pretty.
Have a wonderful sunday:)
He was something and that is what Grandpa said. Thanks for reading my blog.
Deletenice flower. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for visiting my blog and commenting on my blog. Grandpa was a good man. He lived until he was 93.
Deletewhat a story..I would have liked to know grandpa!
ReplyDeleteThank you Annmarie foe visiting me I have not been visiting other blogs lately but will get caught up with you soon. He was a good man, he live to be 93.
DeleteIt's great that you recorded this story! Love the flower.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog and commenting my kids are glad I write about Grandpa too.
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