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Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Nostalgia Corner: Savings.
When I was small (mid 1950's) a lady would call at the house each week (or maybe it was each month) to sell Savings Stamps. A Charles stamp cost half-a-crown, and an Anne stamp cost sixpence (sexism was always rampant).
These stamps were stuck into a small book, and the cash (plus interest) could be withdrawn from the Post Office as required.
I remember my book well, and I also remember the woman who called to sell the stamps. What I do NOT remember, however, is what I did with them. No doubt I cashed them in and bought something worthless and flighty.
Just looking at the above picture brings back wonderful memories. I can remember in which room the transactions took place, I remember the room itself (the breakfast room), and I can even remember my mother handing over the money from her purse.
The UK Post Office has recently been privatised, but I can't imagine them offering such a personal service again. Pity!
As for the actual stamps, Charles is still recognisable; Anne much less so.
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