It’s hard to imagine what it was like living during the “great” depression. Neither Edie nor I grew up during that time, and there aren’t many people who were around then still alive.
But there are a few, and Edie and I just so happen to be living with one such individual, my aunt Sylvia.
I say it’s hard to imagine, because today Edie and I went to see about a bridge club for Sylvia to join.
Currently Sylvia only plays on Thursdays, at the senior center close to our home, but two of the last 3 weeks there weren’t enough players, so she didn’t get to play. She was a little disappointed, so in our infinite wisdom, Edie and I thought we would look into some other places she could play.
We were impressed with the bridge club. There were lots of participants at all skill levels, and many opportunities for her to improve her playing ability.
Well, much to our surprise, Sylvia was already aware of this club, but she was not interested.
And the reason she wasn’t interested was because it costs $8 to play a game (a game typically lasts 3.5 to 4 hours, and includes lunch), and
that’s a lot of money.
I was shocked, as was Edie. $8, a lot of money? Does anyone else think that’s a lot of money?
Heck, Edie and I dropped a lot more than that gambling in Vegas two weeks ago, and I’ll think nothing of spending $50 to play a round of golf. Last year, I even spent over $200 for one bottle of wine, and Edie and I will typically open at least a $10 bottle of wine to have with dinner every night. And I won’t even mention what I spent on the two new bikes I bought this year. Oh, and it costs $10 to race at Eldorado on Tuesday nights, and that only lasts about an hour.
So $8, in my opinion, is not a lot of money, especially for 4 hours of entertainment.
But then again, I didn’t grow up during the “great” depression.
Hopefully we can still convince her otherwise, but I’m not that confident.
Just how do you convince someone, who grew up during the “great” depression, that $8 is NOT a lot of money?
