My parents were two of the most thrifty people you could ever meet. They married in 1935 and my mother never worked at a regular job after that as she was busy giving birth to me a year later and became your typical stay at home mom of yesteryear. Dad worked his buns off at the shop in the same profession for 47 years. Had a house paid for and about $300k saved up for their later years. They were so afraid of going in a nursing home and having to turn over all their assets. This really bothered them and so they had the house titled in the names of the three kids and started transferring the assets to each of us, $10k every year until it was gone. They just lived on SS and saved a lot of that also. They had a nice retirement but never did a damn thing such as traveling. They were happy, as they thought that's the way it should be, they achieved success and now they were going to kick back and watch the world go by. We kids never had a clue as to what they were worth until they started to transfer the house deed and the annual "gifts". We all had to promise them that we would remain faithful to our wives and husband and that our marriages were on solid ground. It would have killed them if one of split up and some of their assets wound up in the hands of "you know who".
They were really of the old school and the salt of the earth. God rest their souls.
They were really of the old school and the salt of the earth. God rest their souls.