Stamps of Approval
Jul 01, 2021
4 minutes
BY DAVID MCCORMICK
Courtesy of Sperry & Hutchinson
I remember going to the grocery store with my grandmother during the 1950s. I was most likely around 11 or so years old. My job on those occasions was to carry the bulk of the groceries home. As the A&P store clerk finished ringing up the groceries on the register, she would say something along these lines: “That will be $39.20, please.”
My grandmother would hand her $40 in ten-dollar denominations. My Nana would never deal in twenty-dollar bills; she firmly believed that many were counterfeit — and she wanted no
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