Raise your hand if you had a piggy bank when you were little. Do you still have that first piggy bank? I have mine. In fact, I have a “pig” I got before my first piggy bank and a whole slew of others as well.
My Granddaddy and I walked down to his bank in Oak Cliff one summer day in the early 1960s. He wanted to deposit his old age pension and get some grocery money. At the counter, the nice lady gave me this “Pocket Pig” to save my dimes. Now, I would have much preferred a sucker at the time, but she didn’t give me one. And, it would have been long gone by now. I’m kinda glad the bank was busy trying to get business and gave me this instead.
If you can’t read the words, its says:
A Pocket Pig is the easy way—
To start your savings plan today.
When your coins have filled each space
Bring it to this friendly place—
OAK CLIFF SAVINGS
Savings Insured to $10,000.00
Savings insured to $10,000? Like I was going to ever save that much by sticking dimes into a paper pig? It only held $3.00 in dimes. Actually, from the look of the inside, I don’t think I ever put a dime into it!
However, it wasn’t long after receiving that paper pig that my Uncle Fritzie gave me this wonderful pig as a present.
Though it isn’t worth much as a collectible, I cherish it. Yes, I throw coins into it from time to time. Occasionally, I take them all out and use them to buy something I want. There have been times that I put enough money into it to be able to actually purchase something worthwhile. Once, I even financed a mini-vacation from money I put in The Pig.
Then I started collecting pigs. Why I chose to collect pigs, I couldn’t tell you. I’m not overly fond of the living beasts. My Papaw had an old sow at this farm that showed me just how vicious those critters can be. I tried to offer her an ear of corn, and she attempted to eat my hand! Folks who love pigs say that they are smarter than dogs. I have no clue if that is true, but which would you rather have snuggle up to you on a wintery day? Pig? Dog? Neither?
Though I’m not partial to pigs in the flesh (unless it’s bacon, of course) one day I decided I would have ceramic pigs, and a new collection began at my house. These are a few of the ones that I love.
Then, there’s this huge beauty that I picked up at the Goodwill Store for a dollar. It would hold a gallon and a half of liquid, if I could plug up all the holes.
I looked up the history of the piggybank. It seems that long ago people kept money in ceramic jars. The clay used to make these jars was called “pygg.” I guess the real meaning of the term got lost somewhere along the way. Those early jars didn’t have a hole in the bottom, and you had to smash the pig to get out your cash. I guess that would keep one from being tempted to get the money out. I learned to be able to shake out the coins without breaking the pig! I bet you did, too, huh?
Because she knew that I enjoyed pig paraphernalia, my Momma gave me an iced tea pitcher shaped like a pig. She had been given it as a prize at The Texas Theater in Oak Cliff back when she was young. I don’t use it much, because I don’t want to chip it. I love getting to show it off to people, but something about iced tea being urped from a pig’s mouth doesn’t do anything for my appetite.
My husband even got into the act to help my collection. At a garage sale, he found a kitchen decoration for me that was just what I needed, considering that I love me some bacon and I love bacon grease.
I guess y’all can tell I collect things. Piggy banks are just one of my collections. I’ve got hats, musical instruments, masks, antique purses, old hand tools, toys, walking canes, oscillating fans, and just about anything else you can name. I collect these things, and just can’t seem to get rid of them. They sit around my house collecting dust. I have an interesting dust collection, too.
About the only thing that I can’t seem to collect is money to go in the pigs! Oh well, maybe my collections will be worth something one day. Do you think I would sell them? In a pig’s eye!
So, tell me: do you collect? If so, what?