When I was working at the Cities Service gas station in 1966, I worked eight hours on Saturday, then four hours on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday afternoons. My clear paycheck was $21.21 per week. I still have my last paycheck from that job, uncashed. My budget was $5 for savings (God help me if I forgot "savings") $5 a week for Super Shell gasoline. I had to make sure the tank was so empty the gas gauge disappeared into the instrument panel, then I had to shake the rear of the car side to side to get $5 worth of Super Shell into my Buick. $5 for car expense. The rest was for dates, spending money, that kind of thing. I thought I was rich. Now, $25 worth of the cheapest gas I can find will barely wet the bottom of the tank. I spend $10 a day for lunch at work.
Goodyear Double Eagle tires, 800-15's cost $42 a pair. Grandpa wouldn't let me buy only one tire. It cost $18 for a Delco battery for my Buick including grandpa's discount. We sold oil changes at the station for $7.50 including oil, filter and lube. Then we'd vacuum out the front floorboards of your car and wash all the windows. I just paid $130 to have the oil changed in the Mini. They did wash my car, though. And the little gal in the miniskirt brought it to me.....
My grandmother, bless her heart, was tight as the bark on a hickory stump. She confiscated my paycheck, then doled out the proceeds in white envelopes according to my needs, as she saw them. She kept the savings and car money portions. When I needed something for the car, grandpa always paid for it, then said "we'll settle up later". When I ask him about it, he was usually too busy to "fool with that right now". I was almost 30 before grandma relinquished control over my savings money. Probably one of the best things she ever did for me. Grandpa always paid for the repairs on my car, did most of them himself, so he could rest assured they were done in a timely manner and done correctly so I'd be safe.
