Grandpa Pud always carried coins in his pockets.
As a kid, I can remember dumping Pringles cans full of pocket change out onto the floor. Grandpa, my brother and I would begin the task of separating the coins – dimes with dimes, quarters with quarters…
The quarters were then stacked in fours, so we could quickly count dollars. Dimes were grouped in tens… I don’t know why we counted his change, but we were excited to see so much money.
When Grandpa Pud passed away, he had a pocket full of coins. Grandma Lainie kept them. One Christmas they appeared in our Christmas gifts. Each grandchild was given a key chain with one of his coins attached.
Our family holds onto things that seem insignificant to others. But to us, they are little reminders of those we love.