Pennies From Heaven

When I was a kid, our kitchen table was mounted to the wall. Just above the table hung a  small set of shelves, most of which were infuriatingly out of reach due to the placement of the table. Only items deemed to be essential were stored on the somewhat accessible bottom shelf, including my parents' favorite coffee mugs, the salt shaker and sugar bowl, and a somewhat homely piggy bank. 

It was my mother's. A rotund, pale pink pig with green ears, coiled tail, and painted on eyelashes. 

The coin slot was notched into the top, the plug tucked away discreetly on the underside of the belly. There was no need to smash the pig to gain its contents. Just pull the plug and the coins came pouring out.

Although it was my mother's, everyone dropped their loose change into the pig. When it was filled to the brim, my mother would spill the largesse on to the table so my brother and I could count and then roll the coins.

To this day I love rolling coins. Pennies from heaven....

"A penny saved is a penny earned." – an adage attributed to Benjamin Franklin