tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post7502683216774940883..comments2023-10-25T01:11:19.342-07:00Comments on Marti's Musings: Paper Bag CheckMartihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09722030738977332998noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-22400102538586507782012-02-06T17:18:21.745-07:002012-02-06T17:18:21.745-07:00The bank accepted it as a regular checkThe bank accepted it as a regular checkMartihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09722030738977332998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-92188910041669850292012-02-06T16:21:01.144-07:002012-02-06T16:21:01.144-07:00I so miss those days when a Yes meant Yes and a No...I so miss those days when a Yes meant Yes and a No meant No. I wonder if they will ever come back.LynnMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00638947118932466226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-66681600954995726552012-02-06T10:53:33.337-07:002012-02-06T10:53:33.337-07:00I was raised by my Daddy's sister, Reba and hu...I was raised by my Daddy's sister, Reba and husband Forest. A good Christian home, clean, good food, church, no abuse from my Uncle. There was not a lot of hugging, but I know I was loved, especially my Papa. <br /><br />Papa was a man of his word, an honest man, kind and thoughtful. His word was easily his bond. I too remember the days of deals sealed with a handshake. We lived in a small Gulf Coast town, Papa was a building contractor, and later into real estate. He was loved and respected. His reputation had a profound effect on me.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing.the wild magnoliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14355836751549469688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-30284510429122917872012-02-06T08:45:09.248-07:002012-02-06T08:45:09.248-07:00My father was an honorable man, too. I think that...My father was an honorable man, too. I think that is one of the best legacies a man can leave. Love the check story. xo DianaNanaDianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298962791700019785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-55893715245193440472012-02-06T08:29:19.361-07:002012-02-06T08:29:19.361-07:00I remember my husband's amazement back in the ...I remember my husband's amazement back in the mid-80s when we moved from Orlando, FL back to a small town in PA (the kind where they roll up the sidewalks at night) and no one required ID to write a check. The bank didn't even ask. Lots of places our business was welcomed just because of who my grandparents were. Those days are gone even in that little town, too. Thank goodness there is one guarantee we can believe in. :)Stacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06316595488903619354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-79405535943881346662012-02-06T07:40:55.514-07:002012-02-06T07:40:55.514-07:00That's an interesting story! Did the merchant...That's an interesting story! Did the merchant take the "check" to the bank and cash it or was that more of an IOU? I agree, we've lost that honor and integrity from years ago. Hope you have a nice day!Lois Christensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769791435665904180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-60333304281793937562012-02-06T07:26:36.290-07:002012-02-06T07:26:36.290-07:00That is a great story about your dad. And I can re...That is a great story about your dad. And I can relate to 'the olden days.' lol Honor and integrity are two words so often missing in today's society. A very sad state of affairs indeed!<br /><br />Be sure to stop in for the 25% discount <i>Hope of Spring</i> sale on all my handmade soaps, going on this week only.Cranberry Morninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10758563068581561194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858143791835649382.post-40581536656973806252012-02-06T06:42:48.007-07:002012-02-06T06:42:48.007-07:00You know, I think a handwritten check is still tec...You know, I think a handwritten check is still technically legal but I doubt anyone would accept one now. I can remember my dad buying cars multiple times. He would call the banker at home and they would tell him to just write a check for it and come into the bank when he could to do the paperwork.Tami AKA My Kid's Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17310459819678664311noreply@blogger.com