Sometimes on a Saturday my mother would give my brother and me each a 50 cent silver coin, either a Liberty or a Franklin half dollar. We'd walk into town and have a ball. See the kids' matinee, candy bar, hamburger, coke, maybe even a comic book. You'd think we were whooping it up in Las Vegas. Never felt so rich before or since.
Matinee -- 14¢
Candy bar -- 5¢
Hamburger -- 19¢
Coke -- 5¢
Comic book -- 10¢
Hmm, total came to $0.53. Must have been Bargain Day at the theatre when you had money left for a comic book!
I was a "rich kid", got a dollar allowance every Saturday morning. Sometimes Dad would take me with him when he had to go downtown. If he stopped to talk with someone on the street I'd stand there and fidget until Dad would tell the man, "Well, guess we'd better go, my boy's got a dollar and it's burning a hole in his pocket."