WHEN I was growing up, money meant AUTHORITY. Dad made the money so he also made the decisions. Our family lived by the Golden Rule: He who has the gold, rules.
We were told at an early age that it wasn’t “polite” to talk about money, but it sure seemed to be the subtext of most conversations.
What things cost, rising inflation, salaries, who drove what type of car, where people shopped and where to get the best deal were dinner table topics served along with the meatloaf and potatoes.
And back when dessert was a Good Humor Bar that cost a nickel, I knew that my family was definitely happier when we had more money, not less.