Gimme a nickle

Nickles are rare these days. If you’re digging through your change in an effort to pay $1.08 for something, it may be hard to find a nickle. Worse than rarity, to me, is the fact that nickles and quarters look so much alike now. It’s hard to tell them apart. I have a peculiar affection for nickles, because when I was very young I could take a nickle down the block to the El Capitan Hotel in my home town of Rocky Ford and buy a package of Juicy Fruit gum or a Milky Way bar. Like many things in life, those days are long gone.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Gimme a nickle”

  1. “Hey, mister, can you gimme a nickle?” The boy stretched out his dirty palm.
    Isaiah reached in his pocket, “how about a couple of quarters?”
    “Wow, thanks mister!”
    He watched the boy run down the sidewalk; the soles of his shoes flapping where they had torn off, and wondered if that was what was going to become of his family.

  2. She saved up her change. I variety of coins she collected from varies parts of town. The schoolyard concrete, the nice ladies in church, and her Mother establishing the power of a dollar. A dollar, a piece of paper, can never amount to the hardness that are pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, 50 cent, and dollar pieces. They seem so invaluable to some but to her, their silver means change and permanence, a place she had never known.

  3. You used to be able to buy a stamp with a nickel. And, from what I’m told, you could also get five gumballs, two packages of sweet tarts, or a decent-sized lolly for the same price. I guess that must’ve been some years before I was born. You see, the year I was born was the end of a busy decade in history.

  4. “Darn, I don’t have a nickel,” she thought to herself as she stood in front of the coffee compartment of the Horn and Hardart Automat in New York. She had a job interview at Woolworth’s, just down the block. It was only a year since World War Two finally ended.

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