ten dollars = forty quarters...

growing up in a half-Greek, half-Irish household,
we had many visitors: some relatives, some family friends.
I just recall a revolving door of people that my parents would entertain.

There is a story about me, tiny hustler that i was,
walking around with a nickle in my hand, telling these family friends:
"If i had two dimes, I would have a whole quarter..."
this could actually bring in a whole dollar if neither of my parents
were witness to it, but usually they'd rush over, "Haha isn't she precious---go to your room now".

Then later, as we grew older, the Greek side would press folding money into our hands,
we'd protest, but ever so faintly, and i will always remember the rushing off to compare notes with Chris.
(like we would also do on Halloween with our candy haul)
Thea Popi, Uncles John (both S & V), all big supporters of the fund, just to name a few...

We would also always see our Dad pressing money into the paws of our cousins---
so it was a family fund, circling the world.

When in Cleveland this summer, I had to continue the tradition, with Abra & Thalia.
I don't know if it was ok with C&B but i still had to do it.
and here is what "Ant Cat" got in the mail...