
After making a last, futile stop at a security desk, we sadly returned home. But with each negative response to our anxious inquiries about someone finding some money, our sense of loss increased. I fought down a rising panic as we quickly retraced our steps. With shock, however, I immediately discovered that my shirt pocket was empty of its recent bulge of money. At last we agreed to cap our outing with some ice cream. Arriving at the crowded mall parking lot, I hurriedly extracted the boys from the van, eager to get inside the bright, warm mall.įor well over an hour we wandered from store to store, enjoying the rich sights and smells. I took the full amount in small bills.Īlthough no snow had fallen, the weather was cold and raw with an icy wind. En route we made our bank withdrawal, electing to withdraw the full December amount at the beginning of the month to cover the increased expenses of the holidays. One Friday evening we decided that I would take the two oldest of our four children to explore the excitement of the local shopping mall. As Christmas approached we recognized that this holiday would be a frugal one. Then we would withdraw a budgeted amount every week for expenses. Meager funds from loans and my wife’s enterprises were deposited directly into a savings account.

I was a student at Colorado State University.

Finances were tight for our young family in 1979.
