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An SC from 1907
Yes, you read that correctly. 1907. If you think it's bad now, imagine what it must have been like then with classism being more than rife!!
My father is a family tree nut, and in his correspondance with the obscure branches of my extended family, we have discovered that my great-great-grandmother was an SC. Here's the story.
GGGM is a high-class lady, given enough independance to perform some of her husband's business banking herself. She walks into a bank and is greeted by the cashier (banks were different then, no waiting...apparently). She hands him an armful of paper-wrapped change - y'know, all in pennies that she wants changing into paper money?
"I want it all in those new £5, the white ones, do you hear me man?
Well, since she is in a sniffy mood an action of hers makes the bags tear and her cash fly everywhere. Instantly she starts whaling on the poor bloke, ordering him to pick up her pennies and recount them again, and woe betide him if any were missing as "in my husband's business, every penny counts!!"
When the cashier eventually gathered the money, either several coins were missing or she was ruffled by the time it took, but she was demanding his manager, just like this: "Inform Mr. Jefferson, for he knows me by face, that Mrs. Davison shall depart if he does not attend now!!"
I wonder if they existed in Medieval times.
My father is a family tree nut, and in his correspondance with the obscure branches of my extended family, we have discovered that my great-great-grandmother was an SC. Here's the story.
GGGM is a high-class lady, given enough independance to perform some of her husband's business banking herself. She walks into a bank and is greeted by the cashier (banks were different then, no waiting...apparently). She hands him an armful of paper-wrapped change - y'know, all in pennies that she wants changing into paper money?
"I want it all in those new £5, the white ones, do you hear me man?
Well, since she is in a sniffy mood an action of hers makes the bags tear and her cash fly everywhere. Instantly she starts whaling on the poor bloke, ordering him to pick up her pennies and recount them again, and woe betide him if any were missing as "in my husband's business, every penny counts!!"
When the cashier eventually gathered the money, either several coins were missing or she was ruffled by the time it took, but she was demanding his manager, just like this: "Inform Mr. Jefferson, for he knows me by face, that Mrs. Davison shall depart if he does not attend now!!"
I wonder if they existed in Medieval times.
My husband is of Polish and Italian heritage. He says, "I'm a hit man who misses."
They married and homesteaded in Alberta, close to the Seskatchewan border.
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