🤑How to Teach Your Kids to Stay Out of the Poor House

(Family Financial Literacy)

I moved from Nashville, Tennessee, to Union Hill, Arkansas, when I was eleven years old.

I didn’t exactly have a bedroom. I slept at the end of the hallway, along with my brother, in a bunk bed.

The bathroom was 30 yards away—a wooden outhouse in the backyard.

We had a well instead of indoor running water. You’d lower a bucket (actually, a long, slender cylinder) hooked to a chain on a pulley, then pull it back up. Holding a pan underneath, you’d pull a little trigger that released the water into the pan.

We didn’t have a hot water heater, so you’d heat a few pans of water by putting them on top of the wood stove, then mix in some cold water. Like magic—lukewarm bathwater to take turns sharing with the other five people in the family.

Here are a few tips I learned along the way that got me a better house and indoor plumbing. 🤓

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