Now we have Cash Back bonuses and airline miles. But during the good old times, we had something more valuable. Plus, far stickier as well.
They came in green. They’re small, and most importantly, they tasted absolutely terrible. ewww.
For our mothers, S&H Green Stamps were better than gold. Now you know what I’m talking about.
If you lived in the 50s or 60s, you didn’t just go to grocert store to buy milk and bread. We went there to earn.
Do you remember standing in front of the cashier’s counter, looking at the cashier’s hands? We were waiting for the crank-crank-crank sound of the metal dispenser.
Back then, for us, there were just stickers. But for a housewife, those stickers were the key to their ultimate dream. They can get something for free with those.
We licked them, we stuck them. Plus, we hoarded them in the kitchen until they spilled over.
As I remember, it was the original American obession and we all were addicted to it.
So, let’s dig in!
The Sound of the Dispenser
The grocery store checkout line was not only for paying the bills. It was a transaction based on trust.
You watched the cashier ring up the eggs. So, simple!.
You watch them bag the bread, and most importantly, we watched that metal box placed next to the register.
Once the total bill was announced, we waited for the sound. Crank. Crank. Rip. yep, that’s all you need.
Trust me, that was the sweetest sound in the supermarket. The cashier would dial in the numbers based on your total bill.
It was basically one stamp for every 10 cents. Plus, out would pop a long strip of perforated green paper.
You know what’s more awesome? Our mothers calculated that math in their heads faster than a computer.
I remember once the bill was $12.50 and the strip looked little short, and suddenly my mother spoke up. “Excuse me, I believe I’m owed two more.” Lol. what a moment.
We collected those stamps everywhere. We tried The A&P, the Piggly Wiggly, and even the gas station.
Trust me, even if the gas was 2 cents cheaper. If the station didn’t have the “S&H” sign in the window, Dad wasn’t allowed to stop there. That was a rule.
The “Licking” Marathon (A Sticky Situation)
You know what, actually bringing the groceries inside your home was the easy part. The real thing happened later that night at the dinner table.
If you said the word “Green Stamp,” you suddenly remember the distinct, bitter taste of it. But how? Because you lick them all the time. Funny right?
If you want to know the flavor described, it was somewhere between old envelope and industrial chemicals. Ye, just like that!
Mom would dump a week’s worth of loose stamps on the table and slide a stack of empty “savor book” towards and announce the order. “Get to Wor.k” Simple as that!
Actually, that was basically child labor. We were the lickers. We sat for an hour. Our only job was to lick and stick, lick and stick.
We had to line them up perfectly in the row. After several attempts, our tongue felt like sandpaper.
At the end of the task, our mouth was super dry, and we could whistle louder. Funny right? That was a quiet memory.
But eventually we grew up and then came up with a wet kitchen sponge, which worked so well.
I remember the smell of soggy paper. Pages got all crinkly and warped when they dried.
The books got bigger and stiff and crunchier with glue. Using a sponge was the biggest upgrade we achieved in that era.
The Junk Drawer Hoard
You know what I’m going to talk about. We all had that junk drawer.
It is usually placed to the left of the sink. It basically had a tangled mess of rubber bands, bread twist ties, a rusted pair of scissors, and our life savings in paper. How awesome!
Our main actor, Green Stamps, lived there.
That drawer worked as our bank vault. It had loose stamps curling at the edges and they were stuck to the bottom of the wood.
Trust me, there were half-filled books with pages bent back and Stacks.
Once the book was filled with 1200 stamps, it was wrapped in a rubber band and treated like a gold bar. You can never throw them away. Your mother was the bank manager.
Hope you can remember what happened when a book was lost.
If your mom couldn’t find one of those books, sorry to say, your house would go into lockdown mode. The trashbin was deeply searched and the kids were the suspects.
Losing a book filled with stamps was equal to throwing a 20-dollar bill down the garbage disposal.
Therefore, we had to guard that drawer like jewels. because we knew the worth of it.
The “Wish Book” Fantasy
The kitchen drawer was our bank vault and the S&H Ideabook was our investment portfolio.
The book arrived once a year, and we had to study it harder. Hope you remember the adult version of the Sears Christmas Wish Book.
It was basically filled with glossy pages of things we didn’t really need, but suddenly had to have.
We’d sit around the living room with a red pen and circle items.
We talked with each other, “Look! A bathroom scale for only 3 books!” “No, we’re saving for the card table. That’s 10 books.”
That taught us patience and how to listen to other peoples’ opions.
For example, you picked a goal, a new electric toaster, and then you did the Math.
Trust me, if one book equaled $120 worth of groceries and you needed 5 books fr that lamp, that meant you had to buy enough food to feed an army to get the free light. How hilarious.
The math made no sense. Actually, you just had to buy the lamp at the hardware store for just 5 dollars without spending hundreds on groceries.
But as you know, the point of this memory was not the price. It was those trips to grocery stores and the time we spent with our loved ones. That was a lifestyle.
The Pilgrimage to the Redemption Center
Finally, when the books were full and the rubber bands were on, Mom took charge. She brought us to the Redemption Center.
That was not a regular store. It didn’t have fancy decorations. It smelled like cardboard, floor wax, and serious business.
We walked up to the counter in a full, serious mood. Our mom slide stack of books and gave them to the stern woman with glasses on a chain.
She didn’t trust us, and she started to flip through pages at light speed. She checked for loose stamps and empty squares like an eagle.
In our mid we were thinking, Did we miss a page? Is the glue dry?
But then, thankfully, the nod of approval came. She went to the shelves behind her and pulled down the box.
You’re gonna love this one. Walking out of that store with a brand new electric mixer or a set of Samsonite luggage felt like we won the World Cup.
We didn’t pay a dime for it (technically), right? We bought it with our loyalty, our saliva, and pure determination.
Today, we have digital rewards and credit card points. But those rewards can’t replace that feeling when you fill that past page of a Savor Book.
It was pure hard work and determination. Let me know in the comments what you bought.
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