• Senior Spotlight

    At this time of year, high school seniors are applying for colleges, grants, and scholarships. They are answering this simple question a dozen times over from their friends, classmates, and adults: What are your plans for after graduation?

    Crystel decided to apply for one college and one college only. This isn’t much of a surprise because she goes after what she wants. Always has. She doesn’t stop until she achieves her goal. She rarely alters her course. I’ve become a believer of her dreams ever since she overcame a speech disorder. At 3, she could not talk intelligibly. Juan who could understand her best often spoke for her. There came the day when she told him, “STOP.” By the time she was 7 she had graduated from speech therapy and was onto her next achievement.

    When she told me that she only applied to one school, I held my breath. She didn’t have a backup plan. She submitted her college application without telling Jody and me. I thought she would have at least asked me for advice about the personal statement. After all, I am a writer. She told me that she reflected on her friend who was accepted. He’s Hispanic with a single father. I quizzed her. Did you tell them that you have two moms? Adopted? Hispanic? She kept nodding. She also said that she was Vegan. What about your Tae Kwon Do 2nd Degree Black Belt? No, she had forgotten about that.

    All I could do was hope that she got accepted.

    Juan on the other hand, recently told someone he was taking a gap year. Several years ago, I so strongly believed in a gap year for Juan and Crystel that I bought several books:

    The Complete Guide to the Gap Year: The Best Things to Do Between High School and College

    Gap Year: How Delaying College Changes People in Ways the World Needs

    Gap Year, American Style: Journeys Toward Learning, Serving, and Self-Discovery

    I don’t think Juan opened a page of any of those books. Especially since I had already dropped them off at Goodwill.

    Even so, he had latched onto the concept of not going to college. Not now. Maybe not at all.

    For many reasons, Jody and I support Juan having a ‘gap’ year. He’s in the National Honor Society, active in Student Government and just finished his last season of Cross Country. Still, his path is not Crystel’s.

    An adult recently asked Crystel, “What are you doing after graduation?” She responded, “Going to the University of Minnesota.” (She was accepted). The question was followed with, “What about Juan?” Without pausing she said, “He’s going to the basement.”

    Juan is graduating from his bedroom to our finished basement. His current bedroom will convert to Jody’s home office. He will continue to work as he has since he was 14-years-old.

    Crystel’s desire is to study abroad. I’m sure that will happen. Juan is looking forward to living in the basement. It has the feel of an apartment. He’ll move out when he’s ready. Until then, Jody and I will have a roommate.

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    4 responses to “Senior Spotlight”

    1. Lee W Beal Avatar
      Lee W Beal

      Good choices for both of them. We hope to see them again (probably individually rather than together). Tell them they always have a place to stay. I can even clean up the kayak basement for Juan.

      1. Elizabeth di Grazia Avatar
        Elizabeth di Grazia

        We are always looking forward to coming back. It’s our home. Hope both you and Elaine have a wonderful holiday.

    2. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Congrats to Crystel on her acceptance to UMinn. Gap years are a good idea, too. A friend’s son joined AmeriCorps for his gap year and he is really happy and learning a lot.

    3. Bev Bachel Avatar
      Bev Bachel

      Enjoyed getting to know Juan and Crystel a bit better.

  • Money Matters

    As anyone who knows me will tell you, I listen to a lot of podcasts. A few weeks ago, I discovered a new one: small change—Money Stories from the Neighborhood.

    Hosted by entrepreneur Twila Dang and Minnesota Public Radio economics reporter Chris Farrell, the podcast disrupts the notion that people with low or unstable incomes don’t know how to manage money. To the contrary, they are often the most creative and collaborative when it comes to doing so.

    I’ve listened to all seven episodes that have been released so far, but one in particular got me thinking about the smart money lessons I learned from my parents, both of whom were born into the Great Depression and grew up on modest family farms, my dad in western Minnesota and my mom near St. Cloud.

    My parents, Vi and Jim Bachel

    Their philosophy was “live off what you have.” This, combined with the fact that my dad supported our family of seven on not much more than $20,000 a year, led me to learn important money lessons that have made a huge difference in my financial wellbeing. Here are a few:

    Lesson No. 1: If you don’t have the money, don’t buy it. I never saw my parents use a credit card. Other than the utility bills my dad paid by check every month, my parents paid cash for everything from groceries to Catholic school tuition to an occasional new car. They kept meticulous track of how much money they had via their Midwest Federal Savings Passbook.

    Lesson No. 2: If you want more money, ask for it. I learned and was reminded of this lesson just about every week when my stay-at-home mom asked my dad for money for groceries. No matter how much he gave her, she always asked—and often lobbied vigorously—for more. Sometimes she got it, sometimes she didn’t. So, midcareer, when I was offered a job with a consulting firm, I took a deep breath and asked for—and eventually received—a pay increase, a signing bonus and an additional week of vacation.

    Lesson No. 3: Don’t be afraid to haggle. I can’t recall the exact amount the seller of my house was asking, but I was do know I was prepared to pay that amount. That is, until I talked to my dad. He advised me to offer considerably less, so I did. The realtor told me the buyer would be insulted by such a low offer. He was. But he eventually agreed to sell me the house for considerably less than his original asking price and only $3,000 more than my original offer.  

    Lesson No. 4: Always get three estimates. Now that the pandemic has me hunkered down at home, I’ve been getting estimates for long overdue home chores, including painting the exterior of my home as well as the upstairs. In soliciting the estimates, I’m doing just what my parents taught me to do: calling three contractors. Their estimates range from roughly $5,000 to $20,000+, reminding me once again of the value of my parents’ advice.

    Lesson No. 5: Save for retirement. Thanks to my parents’ urging, I started saving for retirement in my early 20s, when I got my first full-time job. It was at Honeywell. While I’m unsure how much I saved in the two years I worked there, I still have a 1984 Retirement Savings Plan statement showing that I contributed $55.94 in the fourth quarter of that year and had a yearend balance of $233.48. While that doesn’t seem like much to me now, I’m certain it did at the time.

    I’m also certain that these and other money lessons I learned—from my parents, as well as friends, colleagues and podcasts such as small change—have made a huge difference in my financial wellbeing.

    How about you? What money lessons did you learn…and from whom? And how have those lessons impacted your own financial wellbeing?

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    6 responses to “Money Matters”

    1. Ann Coleman Avatar

      Sadly, I kind of learned what not to do about money from my parents, because they never managed theirs well. But I did get good pointers from my grandparents, who always lived below their means. And my husband was raised by parents who had very little money when they first got married, but who worked hard and saved and managed to do rather well for themselves in the end. They did things much the same way your parents did, and that was a good example to follow.

      1. Bev Bachel Avatar
        Bev Bachel

        Thanks for sharing. I’ve appreciated hearing others’ “money stories” as I continue to try and better understand and change my own attitudes about money, particularly when it comes to spending. Am reading Die With Zero, which has made me realize that it’s time to start spending now, while I’m still healthy and have the ambition/desire to travel.

    2. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Like you, we were a large family with 7 kids, so money was tight, esp. after my dad was diagnosed with MS in his mid-30s and lost his well-paying job. While it was tough going and tight sneakers, I often think that the thrift I learned young has been helpful. I think it also resulted in me only having 2 kids!

      1. Bev Bachel Avatar
        Bev Bachel

        I’ve been surprised by how the money lessons I learned as a kid have reverberated throughout my adult life. While most are ones I’m glad did, there are a few I wish I would have unlearned along the way.

    3. Alien Resort Avatar

      Don’t buy what you don’t need unless you’re rich.

      1. Bev Bachel Avatar
        Bev Bachel

        Exactly.And even though I’ve never been an over-buyer, I still have far more stuff than I need or want at this point in my life.

  • Artifacts

    I’m at an odd intersection. The familiar objects from my childhood look like history to the rest of the world.

    In the Before times when I casually shopped, I’d spot artifacts from my childhood at antique stores. Huh?!? Toys like Barbies and transistor radios, kitchen items like Pyrex bowl sets and milk glass spice jars, decorations like ashtrays and the glass swan currently on my buffet are . . . old enough to be collectible. Antiques. 

    More startling was the realization that the purpose of those childhood objects will soon be obscure. Who fills decorative jars with spices anymore? When I was growing up, most homes had several ashtrays. Now they’re rare. 

    I value antiques from my grandmothers like Depression glass decanters, silver trays, cut glass salt cellars, aprons, and dresser scarves (what I prefer to think of as ‘true’ antiques). Their quaintness and the memories they call up appeal to me, but I rarely use them because they are so high maintenance. If I want younger family members to appreciate those antiques, I’d have to explain their purpose and tell stories about people they’ve never met. 

    Bringing the objects and the people who used them to life is hard, but here goes.

    Last week I made a pecan pie from scratch using my grandmother’s old wooden rolling pin. Although I never made pie with her, she was the one who liked to bake, so I feel that connection when I use it. I floured an old embroidered linen towel and rolled out the crust on it, which brought to mind one of my grandmother Mimmie’s housekeeping tips.

    She was from an era when women were expected to embroider towels, pillowcases, and dresser scarves (pretty cloths that covered up a lot of a dresser top to protect the wood—a lot of energy went into protecting furniture in her day). She or one of her sisters embroidered the towel which also had to be starched and ironed so it would look nice while hanging in the kitchen. 

    As a girl, I wondered how I was supposed to use such a fancy towel. Mimmie showed me her secret: dry your hands on the part that doesn’t show—the part that hangs closest to the wall on the towel rack. That way the pretty ironed front would stay nice for a few days. No surprise that I use terrycloth towels in my kitchen!

    Beyond the ‘antiques’ in my life is the realization that my lived experiences are also the stuff of history, but that’s a story for a different day! 

    What’s the oldest thing in your house? Does anyone besides you know what to do with it or why it matters?

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    8 responses to “Artifacts”

    1. Ann Coleman Avatar

      I know what you mean about seeing your childhood things in antique stores…that shocked me the first time it happened, but I’m getting used to it. I’m not sure what is oldest in my house, but I am lucky enough to have several things that were my grandmother’s. I still treasure them even if I don’t use them….

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        I know what you mean about saving them for good–they are too precious–but my kids didn’t know their great grandma, so I use her things to honor her.

    2. Bev Bachel Avatar
      Bev Bachel

      I just gave away several sauerkraut fermenting crocks. Not sure how I came to have them as we never made sauerkraut. And I have a plastic bin under my bed filled with dozens of hand-embroidered kitchen towels that are too beautiful to be used.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Oh, go ahead and use the towels–it will bring the people to mind when you do.

    3. Susanne Avatar

      Lovely post, Ellen. How true that the things of our childhood have become collectibles (aka antiques). I have about 5 Barbies from the early to mid-1960’s but they aren’t the oldest things. Like you, I have some Depression glass from my grandmother and they’re probably the oldest items. I also have a lamp with a wooden base that came with my mother when she moved to Canada in the early 1950’s. That would be the 2nd oldest thing. And then there’s me!

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        You’re definitely not the oldest thing! 😆 I’m not sure what’s the oldest. Maybe my grandmother’s dining room table (which we use) or the lace tablecloth for it (which I’m afraid to use).

    4. Eliza Waters Avatar

      It’s hard to believe we are the ‘antiques’ these days! 😉
      My husband calls the heirlooms passed down to us ‘holy relics.’ Funny, but true, it is unthinkable to give them away or throw them out. My boys aren’t that interested in them, but I am hoping they may have wives some day who will be interested… I won’t even think about the possibility of grandkids!
      We have quite a few real antiques from my husband’s grandmother and parents, mostly furniture, ceramics and prints from the time she was a missionary in Japanese over 100 years ago. Cool stuff!

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        What treasures! I think there’s a rule that children rarely appreciate their parents’ old stuff but sometimes it’s the grandchildren (imaginary, in my case 😆) who get curious about heritage, which is why my grandmothers’ stuff appeals to me.


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