In My Dreams---of Money Orders

  When I was a child, and therefore a runner of errands, I was familiar with Money Orders. Besides hearing "YooHoo, Little Girl, Could you go to the store and get me a can of tomato paste?" from various neighbors, I would often be asked to go to the post office and redeem  the money they handed me for a Money Order. I was well familiar with the process as my mother did not have  a checking account, and it was standard procedure for her and others at the time to pay their bills with money orders.

   I don't think I ever bought a money order for myself; I have  had a checking account since I started working. But last night I dreamt that it was of great importance to find the whereabouts of a money order I had tried to send somewhere, but it had not been received. The amount was for $1.50. I walked into a building, probably a post office, though it was to a window in a much larger building. The window had bars at front, as in the old days. The person at the window was familiar to me, Lou Ann C., but she looked younger and prettier than I  remembered. She listened to my request but said she was unable to help me. Okay, I said and then I asked her how she was doing. She told me she was now divorced. When I said  I  was sorry to hear that, she told me not to be sorry, that it was for the best. `I asked about the rest of her family and she said that her son was not a child any longer; he was 78 years old. I didn't think that was possible and told her so. She said she'd had him when she was very young and she was now 57 years old. 

    So I left the counter, still determined to search  for my missing money order.