Dimes and Quarters

 Dimes and Quarters

My previous column for the Dziennik Zwiazkowy was about trying to convince my mom to give me an allowance when I was a kid. She refused, of course. She was a Polish woman born in the Old Country and didn’t understand why American kids like me were always asking for an allowance.

This week I’m going to write about what I did back then to make the money I couldn’t get from my mom and dad.

The first “job” I remember was collecting empty glass soda bottles. At that time you could take them to a store and get what was called a refund. For a small bottle you’d get 2 cents. For a large bottle you’d get 5 cents. That doesn’t sound like a lot of money, but you have to remember that when I was a kid in the 1950s a nickel was pretty substantial. For a nickel you could buy a popsicle or a candy bar. For two nickels, you could get into a movie theater or buy yourself a comic book. For four nickels, you could buy a Cadillac. Just joking.

And where would we find these bottles? When I first started looking for them when I was 8 or 9, I’d simply walk around the neighborhood. People tended to just drink their sodas and leave the bottles wherever they finished. I’d find bottles on curbs and front porches. As I got more experienced as a bottle finder, I learned some tricks. One of them was to look in trash cans in alleys for soda bottles. But the best trick I learned was to search for bottles in the park.

Humboldt Park was down the street from where I lived, and my friend Gene and I would take his Radio Flyer wagon and roam the park looking for bottles. On a normal day, we’d find 5-6 bottles. On a great day, we’d come across 50 bottles. As soon as the wagon was full, we’d wheel it down to Mendel’s soda shop on Potomac and Washtenaw.

As I got older, I found other ways to make money. One day, when I was about 13, a neighbor woman saw me standing in front of my house and offered me 50 cents an hour to put up drywall in her apartment building. I didn’t know a thing about drywall but signed on. I lasted about 2 weeks. Drywalling was just too hard. After that I delivered eggs around the neighborhood and put up the titles of movies on the marquee at the Crystal Theater on North Avenue.

But the best job I had as a kid was going through second-hand stores in the neighborhood and looking for rare comic books. I was about 15 when I started this. I was a comic book reader and discovered that people didn’t know how valuable the comic books they were selling at second-hand stores were. I once bought an original Captain America comic from 1940 in one of these stores for a dime. I sold it later for $100.

I love to tell people that when my wife and I got married in 1975 I bought our first house with the money I made from the comics I bought in second-hand stores.

My only regret is that I didn’t hold on to the comics longer. My friend Frank did, and he retired to Florida at 40 on the money he made on his comics.

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This column appeared originally in the Dziennik Zwiazkowy, the oldest Polish newspaper in America.  

https://dziennikzwiazkowy.com/felietony2/guzlowski/grubsze-drobniaki-dimes-and-quarters/

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