My favorite thing about going to church when I was a little girl was arts and crafts time. I loved making things and spent more time creating paper plate tambourines and bible verse paper chains than any other kid in town. I could literally write a book about how to use toilet paper rolls to create a tribute to every single book of the Bible, all the animals in the ark, and if glitter was added, the resurrection itself.
When I was old enough to start GA’s, or the Baptist version of Girl Scouts, I was thrilled to learn we’d be making banks. We planned to use them to collect our spare change, then in a month or so, after dinner in the fellowship hall, we’d box it all up and send it to the missionaries. All the other girls began to brainstorm how they’d collect the most money, but all I cared about was having the most spectacular looking bank.
I found an empty Nestle’s Quick canister at home and managed to cut a slit in the round metal lid, and in those days, no one worried or cared that I probably used Daddy’s tools and could have easily sliced my hand off. Next, I covered the can in a beautiful sky-blue construction paper, then made an overall collage with photos I’d cut out of my mother’s WMU book of missionaries reading to half-naked children.
I guess the photos of the naked children finally touched my wee heart, because I decided I needed to earn extra money, so I went to my neighbor’s houses and hit them up for spare nickels and dimes.
Just before I left on my fundraising quest, I realized my hamster hadn’t been on a field trip in a long time, so it made sense to put Bubbles inside the bank, keeping the . . . click HERE to finish the story at AL.com