If your grandparents are old enough to have lived through the great depression, and you have to one day go through their things after the pass to get rid of things, please remember to check the following places for hidden money: -open all books, flip through all pages, ESPECIALLY ENCYCLOPEDIAS. -the water tanks of toilets -open the face plates to all electrical sockets and verify that the socket is real and not just a decoy that is really a little box full of cash -open all records sleeves, pull out the records and check for hidden cash -those canned/jarred food, look under all of them, if any feel too light to be preserved food, open that can or jar -If they have drop ceiling, get your head up there with a flashlight and check the tops of all panels -look for any mismatches on walls or pourced cement, they may have buried something the in house structure -odd spots in the yard, might be worth renting a metal detector and giving the yard a once over -open all air vent covers and have a good look inside, around corners. Scoping cameras have some affordable options -pull out all dresser drawers and look for anything taped inside the dresser, or secret sliding compartments on the drawers themselves -cash sealed in zip-lock bags at the bottom of bins containing flour, coffee, sugar etc. -it could be worth it to get one of those new stud finders that show an image for what is behind a wall, it is not uncommon for people of that age to bury something in a wall and have a full finish on the wall, their thinking was if they needed to access this money by breaking the way, they were probably going to abandon the house anyway, so wanted to make it extremely difficult to find by accident.

My great grandfather kept all his money hidden inside a mattress. For home defense he had a shotgun with shells loaded with rock salt. He was openly talking about all his money being at home and his shotgun. Never even attempted robbery.

He also had a reputation for being a crazy bastard so that must have been an additional home security measure.

Here's a short story about the last memory I have of my grandmother before she passed away.

My mom and I flew out to Mesa, AZ for my grandfather's funeral. A whole bunch of family was there which made it like a family reunion. I saw cousins I hadn't seen in a couple decades. Despite the reason for gathering, we had a nice time seeing everyone. But as the weekend came to a close, everyone had to go back home and whatnot.

My mom and I were the last ones with my grandmother after everyone left. It was nice to get more exclusive time with her and I think she was happy we stayed a little longer. She made me some peaches in syrup (water and sugar) and we were just sitting at the dinner table watching the news and chit chatting when it happened.

I don't remember what the topic was on the news but she just blurted out "It's those damn jews."

My mom and I just stared at each other for a moment, then went back to enjoying the peaches and drinks. It wasn't until years later that I found the original Voat and I step out of "Plato's Cave". My grandmother also passed away later that same year. I wish she was still around so I could tell her I understand now.

It's weird when you think about it, but all our money in the system is just digits on a computer database somewhere.

Many people knew the jew back then. Only these past generations of church influences and hollohaox indoctrination in public schools did our tribe forget about the Jewish treachery.