[knarf]

I'mm 66 ... never had an allowance and never gave one to any of my five children.

We're all working class hero's and by God proud of it.

[Vigilanteman]

If we asked father for an allowance, he would remind us that he paid a nickel for every row of corn we hoed. Sometime in the late 1960s, he generously raised it to a quarter.

When the growing season was over, he had a schedule for all sorts of other household chores, the best paying of which was $2 for mucking out a cow stall. If nobody volunteered, they got drafted. Draftees didn't get paid like volunteers and we knew it. Accordingly, the better paying jobs didn't go unfilled for very long.