When we were living in Taylorville, before my sister and I were old enough to work, we found a job that proved to be quite lucrative. We happened to be walking around the downtown square and noticed men selling poppies. They were veterans and relatively old. People would put money in their little tin containers and take a paper poppy to show their support for the soldiers.
We engaged them in conversation and wondered if they needed our help. They were happy to train us and because we were young, ages 5 and 7, they thought we would be more mobile and could hit up more people.
The truth is we were so pathetic and bedraggled that our audience of passers by took pity on us and purchased lots of poppies from us. When we returned to the older gentleman with our donations, they were flabbergasted by how fast we sold our flowers and how much money we had collected.
On our next trip around, my sister and I decided to keep some of the money for ourselves since we were doing the work. We always made sure to give a dime for each poppy sold and kept the remainder.
Our first job came to an end when the weekend was over and the poppy sales ended. It was never something we put on our resumes, but to this day, whenever we see veterans selling the little red flowers, we give a little extra as payback.