That title could easily be: Bank your Money, or Money your Bank. The whole banking system has changed and become unrecognizable from twenty years ago. Today, on www.bettyverse.com we’ve been discussing money. How we have a love hate relationship with it, and how it often has a stranglehold on us. How we solve our individual issues with money, or how we feel about it, is of great interest to me. I’ve always been intrigued by shows like Suze Orman’s, and am open to learning how to better protect myself and my future.
Money talk got me to thinking about the past as I did my workout at the gym this morning. Back in 1977, I was a struggling ICU nurse at Duke University Medical Center. I was single. I lived in a foreign country. I had no family in the U.S. Yet I was in my mind, wealthy beyond all belief. I was independent, could travel, and could take care of myself. What else did I need to be happy? Well, my car was old. I traded it for a Honda Civic, and named her Mavis, and she was white and brand spanking new. I loved her. Remember that was 1977. Mavis was a little box. She kind of looked like today’s Mini Cooper. When I moved from NC all of my worldly goods were transported in that car. Oh, how I hanker for those days. : )
I’d always paid cash for everything prior to 1977. That year I financed my car. The bank welcomed me with open arms. They not only financed the car but they gave me a set of casserole dishes as a gift, for being a valued customer. Hard to believe isn’t it? You know the funny thing? I still have, and use, those casserole dishes over thirty years later. Here is the largest one.
When was the last time you honestly felt like a valued customer at your bank? When did they give you something for nothing?