Facing a period of economic uncertainty, many Americans admit that their money knowledge isn’t where they’d like to be, finance surveys indicate. According to the Chicago Tribune, 41% of those polled gave themselves a grade of “C” or lower on their knowledge of personal finance. Furthermore, 4/5ths of those questioned indicated that they would benefit from professional advice on every day questions.The results of these finance surveys are counter-intuitive; The number of Americans who indicated they’d like instruction is nearly double the number who gave themselves negative marks. This datum indicates a potential polling bias whereby people are reluctant to give themselves poor marks, regardless of their actual knowledge. The actual proportion of poorly-informed Americans could be much greater.Finance surveys like this indicate the need for more comprehensive school programs that deal with money management. Many high schools — my own included — have no such programs. While many of the causes of the current recession are systemic and outside of the control of any particular person, a large burden has to be put on irresponsible or poorly-conceived spending. Furthermore, navigating an economic downturn can be difficult; the overwhelming majority that indicated in these finance surveys they could use professional help shows how hard the issues can be to understand and interpret.While much of the news from these financial surveys is fairly dire, they do show that (some) Americans are frank about their lack of monetary knowledge, and that most are aware they could easily know more. Simply acknowledging the issue is an important first step towards sustainable reform.
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Shoe Repairs And Several Other Things When I Was 7
Shoe Repairs And Several Other Things When I Was 7
My Dad repaired most of our shoes believe it or not, I can hardly believe it myself now. With 7 pairs of shoes always needing repairs I think he was quite clever to learn how to “Keep us in shoe Leather” to coin a phrase!
He bought several different sizes of cast iron cobbler’s “lasts”. Last, the old English “Laest” meaning footprint. Lasts were holding devices shaped like a human foot. I have no idea where he would have bought the shoe leather. Only that it was a beautiful creamy, shiny colour and the smell was lovely.
But I do remember our shoes turned upside down on and fitted into these lasts, my Dad cutting the leather around the shape of the shoe, and then hammering nails, into the leather shape. Sometimes we’d feel one or 2 of those nails poking through the insides of our shoes, but our dad always fixed it.
Hiking and Swimming Galas
Dad was a very outdoorsy type, unlike my mother, who was probably too busy indoors. She also enjoyed the peace and quiet when he took us off for the day!
Anyway, he often took us hiking in the mountains where we’d have a picnic of sandwiches and flasks of tea. And more often than not we went by steam train.
We loved poking our heads out of the window until our eyes hurt like mad from a blast of soot blowing back from the engine. But sore, bloodshot eyes never dampened our enthusiasm.
Dad was an avid swimmer and water polo player, and he used to take us to swimming galas, as they were called back then. He often took part in these galas. And again we always travelled by steam train.
Rowing Over To Ireland’s Eye
That’s what we did back then, we had to go by rowboat, the only way to get to Ireland’s eye, which is 15 minutes from mainland Howth. From there we could see Malahide, Lambay Island and Howth Head of course. These days you can take a Round Trip Cruise on a small cruise ship!
But we thoroughly enjoyed rowing and once there we couldn’t wait to climb the rocks, and have a swim. We picnicked and watched the friendly seals doing their thing and showing off.
Not to mention all kinds of birdlife including the Puffin.The Martello Tower was also interesting but a bit dangerous to attempt entering. I’m getting lost in the past as I write, and have to drag myself back to the present.
Fun Outings with The camera Club
Dad was also a very keen amateur photographer, and was a member of a camera Club. There were many Sunday photography outings and along with us came other kids of the members of the club.
And we always had great fun while the adults busied themselves taking photos of everything and anything, it seemed to us. Dad was so serious about his photography that he set up a dark room where he developed and printed his photographs.
All black and white at the time. He and his camera club entered many of their favourites in exhibitions throughout Europe. I’m quite proud to say that many cups and medals were won by Dad. They have been shared amongst all his grandchildren which I find quite special.
He liked taking portraits of us kids too, mostly when we were in a state of untidiness, usually during play. Dad always preferred the natural look of messy hair and clothes in the photos of his children.