While my father was alive, it was a running joke between my sister and me that he treated us differently moneywise, when of course he made it a point to be exactly fair toward us. His standard Chanukah gift was $100 to each daughter, $50 to each grandchild. One Chanukah I called her and said, “Did Daddy send you your Chanukah check yet? I thought that the $200 was very generous.” What I got from her was a stunned silence; she didn’t know I was kidding. A few years later, I called her to say, “Gee, I didn’t get a Chanukah check from him this year,” and she’d feel AWFUL having to admit that she got HERS. (This doesn’t sound like good wholesome fun, but it was. At least for me — and eventually for her.) Spaced out over ten years, it worked twice, and then she (no dummy) knew, and she started kidding me.
Liberté! Egalité! Sororité! — not to mention “J’Accuse!”
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You do realize, of course, that that is more than his sister-in-law Ann ever gave us for Hannukah. And for years poor Dad didn't get anything from her for Hannukah.
ReplyDeleteAha! Interfamily gossip. The amounts I mentioned weren't given till Lynnie and I were grown and out of the house.
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