Mama's Bank Account Author:Kathryn Forbes Every Saturday night Mama sat at the scrubbed kitchen table counting out the money Papa brought home in the little envelope. For the landlord, she would say, piling up the big silver pieces. For the grocer, another group of coins. For Katrin's shoes to be half-soled, a few small coins. We all waited breathless to see if there would be enough. Is... more » good, she would finally say. We do not have to go to the bank.
Mama's bank account was the most wonderful thin in our poverty-stricken lives. Because of it we all felt warm, secure. No one else we knew had money in a big bank downtown. We were very lucky, and we knew it!« less