This post may contain affiliate links. Please read our disclosure for more information.

Share

Back in September Mr. Groovy took his last business trip. While he was gone for two nights, I took our usual daily two-mile walk around our neighborhood without him. I listened to Gretchen Rubin’s Happier podcast instead of the finance shows Mr. Groovy and I normally walk to. On one of those days, Gretchen and her co-host/sister Elizabeth, discussed material possessions that bring us comfort. It was a pleasant conversation—nothing that made me think too deeply at the moment, which was just fine with me.

When I returned from my walk I started grinding and brewing some fresh coffee and immediately went upstairs to change out of my sneakers. As I made my way back downstairs, the aroma of coffee hit me. And for a brief moment, the aroma brought me back in time.

When I was a little girl, our next door neighbors in our apartment building were Minnie and Sol.  Minnie and Sol were best friends with my parents and the four of them were like the Mertzes and the Ricardos.

Most weekday mornings Minnie knocked on the wall that adjoined our two living rooms. This was the cue for my mother to join Minnie in her apartment for coffee. And I used to tag along when I was not yet old enough to go to kindergarten.

I loved sitting at Minnie’s kitchen table. I stared at her wallpaper with the streets of Vienna and listened to the grown-up talk. Occasionally they’d gossip about a neighbor or discuss some other topic they didn’t want me to hear, and one of them would nod towards me and say, “der kind, der kind”. This was Yiddish for, “the child, the child”. I knew what the expression meant but I kept staring at the wallpaper or humming to myself because I wanted them to keep right on talking.

The real highlight for spending mornings with Minnie was that she served me coffee. You see, Minnie perked real coffee, not that instant Sanka crap my mother drank. Minnie would set a cup and saucer down in front of me and pour a little bit of coffee in the cup. Then I’d fill the rest with milk. At the center of her kitchen table Minnie kept a small dish with sugar cubes and tongs. I had never even seen sugar cubes in a restaurant, let alone someone’s home, and I became preoccupied with them. Occasionally the cubes made it into my coffee but mostly I popped them into my mouth.

An added bonus of drinking coffee at Minnie’s was that she served real, sliced deli cheese—not those Kraft American singles wrapped in plastic my mother bought. And that just blew my mind. Kraft singles were okay but the difference in taste and texture of real deli cheese was astonishing to me. My mother went for convenience and Minnie went for the real deal.

But going back to my mini vacation from Mr. G this past September—when that aroma of coffee hit me as I descended the stairs, I was instantly sent back to a weekday morning decades ago. And for a moment I could hear Minnie’s signature knock, knock, knock on the wall. I could feel my flannel nightgown touching my skin and the warmth of my pink, fluffy bedroom slippers. And I could hear my gleeful mother yelling to Minnie through the wall, “Coming! Coming!”

But what does all this have to do with money?

Comfort. Some aromas can transport you back to a happy place. For me, the fragrance of musk oil or frangipani oil (it’s sort of like the smell of Palmolive green dish soap) catapults me back to the Kings Plaza Mall in Brooklyn. That’s where I spent every Saturday with my girlfriends. A group of us traipsed around the mall all day long going in and our of stores. We tried on clothing, smelled incense, bought makeup behind our mothers’ backs, ate pizza, and secretly smoked cigarettes. It was a time when everything was right with the world and all of life was ahead of us. It was a time when a silly joke made us drop to the ground in public squealing with laughter—and then we’d squeal even more when grown-ups walked by us with horrified faces. We’d squeal and roll until we couldn’t catch our breath.

But the aroma of coffee often takes me back to my childhood and my neighbor Minnie’s apartment. Minnie not only turned me on to real coffee—she also bought me my first big girl pocketbook and put a dollar bill inside for good luck. My mom and Minnie were my comfort, long before I stepped out into the cruel world of kindergarten.

Do you know what gives me that sense of comfort today? Mr. Groovy, my home, Groovy Cat, a warm sweatshirt, a clean dry towel after a shower—and money. Knowing Mr. Groovy and I have money in the bank and in investments keeps me from worrying about health insurance and growing old. Having money keeps me from fretting over unexpected household expenses or car maintenance. Having money allows me to plan vacations and buy food—sometimes even without sticking to my grocery list.

I realize I take after my mother in finding comfort in money because money was my mom’s comfort, too. By the time she retired from the work force, my father was already showing signs of Parkinson ’s disease. Mom was the one with the pension. Mom was the one who knew how to file for Social Security—in fact, she was the one all the widows in the apartment building flocked to when they received a letter in the mail they didn’t understand. Mom was the one who planned my parents’ escape from New York to Florida and hired the movers. Mom was the one who kept everything afloat. Having all the responsibility for both herself and my father stressed her out, but having money in the bank was her savior.

After my parents settled into Florida living, and years after mom retired, she still got joy from giving my brother and me an “accounting” of her pension, her social security payments, her CDs, and her IRAs. And by no means was she a Scrooge. She spent money—although mostly on her children and grandchildren because travel was the only thing she longed for, and my father was pretty immobile. But money was the one thing that allowed her to sleep at night.

What allows you to sleep at night? Is money your comfort? Where or how else do you find your comfort?

 

 

38 thoughts on “Why the Aroma of Coffee Reminds Me of Money

  1. What a joyful scene you evoke. I’m also similarly comforted by good freshly-ground coffee. My girlfriend knows that and has made a habit of buying me beautiful coffee mugs so that I have the feeling of her being with me as I sit in my apartment and prepare for my day..

    1. Thanks, ZJ. I really appreciate your comment. It must be nice to have those beautiful mugs to remind you of your girlfriend. I have many mugs but tend to use the same one every day. It’s made of glass.

    1. Financial freedom is what it’s all about. Money is just a symbol – in and of itself it has no value. Thanks for your comment, Dennis.

  2. What a gorgeous memory! Did I not know that you grew up in BK? My mom is from Bensonhurt, not far from where you are talking about. My grandmother lived downstairs from us and always gave me coffee as a child, filled with sugar! Coffe and saltines with butter. To this day the combination of those two smells fills me with incredible warmth.

    1. Thanks, Linda. My mom grew up in Bensonhurst. I grew up close to Marine Park. They called the neighborhood Sheepshead Bay but we were a few miles from the Bay. As a teenager I was a camp counselor at the JCH on Bay Parkway. And when Mr. Groovy and I were last in NY in August for a wedding, we went to Spumoni Gardens for pizza with my brother!

      Grandmothers are the best! And coffee with saltines and butter works for me, even now. (Just about any carb with butter works for me.)

  3. With Christmas right around the corner I love the smell of cinnamon around this time of the year. The smell of burning candles and the fragrance makes me smile of when I was younger spending time with my family.

    It’s amazing how smells transport us back in time. Thanks for sharing!!!

    1. Thank you MSM. I love the smell of cinnamon too although I don’t have too many memories associated with it. But it is amazing how smells can transport us back in time. There are a few other scents, particularly of certain candies, that instantly remind me of my grandmother because she used to carry them in her purse 40+ years ago.

  4. Wow, I’m really late to this party (guess that’s what happens when you still have to travel for work!!).

    Love the word picture, could actually smell the coffee and taste the sugar cubes! Seemed like a scene out of a movie.

    My comfort comes from knowing we’re in a place where we’ll be financially secure for life in <18 months, my wife, my dogs and my God.

    Keep up your great writing, always love your posts!!

    1. We’ll have to hear all about your NY trip when we speak. Thanks for your kind and encouraging words. Eighteen +/- months will go by in a flash.

  5. I definitely like the article and yes having sound finances has fundamentally changed my take on life by providing comfort. My parents were poor with money. While making a good wage there was nothing saved. I remember as a teenager honest discussions on living paycheck to paycheck. The fear of job loss risk. I remember my family wanting to pay for my undergrad degree but not even being able to take the loan let alone pay. That fear I carried with me in my career and swore I’d never be in a situation where I’d have to choose what I wanted based on the money I had. Now at a younger age this took the form of trying to make ever more money, but as I have aged I’ve learned to focus more on what I value and choose what I truly want only. So ultimately I take comfort in knowing I’m now at a place in life where I will never have those experiences again, and neither will my kids. For the record, one of my parents turned it around mostly thanks to a pension.

    1. My parents struggled, too, FTF. I don’t remember being poor, exactly, but there was never much extra. And my father worked six days a week. It’s great that you don’t have to pass on that sense of fear to your children, and I’m glad to hear that your parent was able to turn things around. Thanks so much for sharing.

  6. You had me at coffee, Mrs. Groovy! More than that, though, this post was positively fantastic. You completely transformed me to Minnie’s apartment and your memories. Thank you for an excellent read! 🙂

    Without a doubt, my comfort is my husband. It doesn’t matter what my day is like, I am delighted at the end of each day to see him walk through the door. I wish I had the words (like yours above) to adequately describe the peace I feel when we are together.

    Money comes in second. I remember the days of debt and stress all to well to deny that money brings me a sense of peace and comfort. I love knowing we can cover emergencies and my family will be taken care of if, God forbid, the worst were to happen.

    1. “You had me at coffee” – love it! Thank you for such a nice compliment, Amanda. I also love hearing you describe how your husband makes you feel. That sense of security is something money can’t buy. Yes, those of us who’ve stressed over money (i.e. most of us) are lucky if we come out the other side and gain a healthy respect for it, and the peace it can bring to our lives. Thanks for commenting.

  7. You just invited us all to such a beautiful moment in time. It’s funny how a smell, sound, or taste can pop us right back to our childhood. That must be where the idea of time travel came from…one person walking down the stairs and getting smacked in the face with a memory from their past. 🙂

    I find comfort in my finances. I consider the fact that if something happens to me I am able to take care of myself. I don’t wish to be a burden on my mom or sisters because I didn’t plan accordingly.

    Your mom sounds incredible! And much like mine. We had a fair amount of convenience foods though my mom did cook from scratch every night. I wonder, looking back, what do you think Minnie’s financial situation was? That “real deal” fancy cheese and ground coffee beans…was it a symbol of wealth to you (compared to the plastic cheese and sanka) or was it old world tradition they hadn’t broken from?

    1. Thank you so much Miss, M. Mr. G and I are also conscious of the burden factor. We finally got our wills and documentation together a few years ago and had conversations with my brother and Mr. G’s sister. But pretty soon we need to hand that off to a niece and nephew because none of us are getting any younger!

      That’s an interesting question about Minnie. Sol probably earned much more money than my father but I think the differences between Minnie and my mother had more to do with responsibilities. Minnie and Sol’s daughters were older. They had no kids to look after, while my mother had two. And she also had my grandfather living with us. He was my father’s father, a tough old European immigrant, which didn’t make things easy for my mom. I think she naturally gravitated towards convenience where she could.

  8. Another fantastic and beautiful article Mrs G!

    For me personally, what gives me comfort is knowing that even if everything doesn’t work out well in life, I’ll still have an amazing group of friends and wonderful family to support me.

    Money’s not there yet, but I’m making progress towards it everyday!

    1. Thank you, TTW! Family and friends are definitely comforting. Just knowing they’re there to fall back on makes all the difference.

      Financial planning wasn’t even in our vocabulary when we were millennials (and millennial wasn’t in anyone’s vocabulary). You’re way ahead of the pack.

  9. Great memories, Mrs G. Does money give me comfort? I have to say that having sufficient funds plus a decent buffer makes retiring early a much easier decision. I have been in the position of living in overdraft and never having enough money in the past and I wouldn’t swap that for anything.

    I’m not one to sit around constantly counting my pennies and analysing my investments although I do, wisely, keep an eye on them.

    So yes, I’d say having enough definitely is comforting and sure better than not having enough.

    And now, I NEED a cup of coffee!!

    1. Thanks, Martin. The buffer definitely makes a difference. I’ve been in overdraft too and lived “hand to mouth” when I was a young adult. It’s not fun. Mr. G does the analyzing in our family, like you.

      I hope you enjoyed that coffee.

  10. Beautiful story Mrs. G! It’s incredible how our memories can be so vivid from something like an aroma.
    What brings me comfort? Mr. MSD, when my kids are both home and yes, money. My mom has always taken care of the finances for her and my Dad. I take care of all of the finances in our family too (we do “meet” about everything each month though!) The week we had $4200 of car repairs was a little stressful, but I wrote a check and paid the bill. Our balances went down some – but I still slept fine.

    1. So your mom took care of the finances too – does that have anything to do with your type A personality? (I say that lovingly, from one Type A to another.)

      I remember the week of the car repairs and the stress. But how wonderful to be in the position to just write a check and poof, away goes the stress. I hope you get to spend time with the kids over Christmas.

  11. What a beautiful post. Your memories made me smile!

    Comfort is a tough one for me because I’m a natural worrier. My mom used to bring me comfort, and my wife Suzanne does now. Having money brings me a degree of comfort, but not enough to let go of the anxiety. Guess we’ve figured out what I need to work on!

    1. It’s a good day if I can make you smile, Gary! Thank you.

      I don’t know you that well but I have a hunch that your health issues add to your money worries. But you also seem to be in a better position now with insurance so hopefully over time, that will alleviate a bit of the stress. But anxiety isn’t always all bad. It can be a catalyst for paying attention to important things.

  12. What a wonderful story, Mrs Groovy. I feel like I was transported back in time with you.

    I have kept a couple of near empty tacky scent sprays (Impulse, for any Aussies out there) that I used as a teenager, because just taking the lid off transports me back to being with my wonderful tight-knit group of friends. It is really powerful.

    1. Thank you Mrs. ETT. I’m so happy you were transported with me. I understand how those scent sprays can take you back just by taking off the lid. I’ll have to do a Google search on Impulse to take a look.

  13. Beautifully written! I felt like I was there with you in Minnie’s apartment, wishing that I could sample her coffee. If your parents and the neighbors were like the Mertzes and Ricardos, I can imagine you enjoyed some healthy fun and laughter while you were growing up!

    What brings me comfort? Mr. Grumby, GrumbyCat, a safe and warm place to live, friends and family, healthy food, daily meditation and exercise, inspiring reading material (much of it from the personal finance blogosphere), and a relationship with money that continues to deliver greater freedom and happiness.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, Mrs. G.

      Your comment made me remember a time when I was a bit older, around 12 or 13. My parents took my brother and me on a trip with “the Mertzes” to Florida and then we spent a few days in Jamaica. I recall taking a train ride to a rum factory in Jamaica. On the way back there were musicians playing calypso music on the train, and Minnie was singing “Yellow Bird” (Yellow bird, up high in banana tree….) on the top of her lungs! She had such a vivacious personality that I’m not even sure if she had a drink.

  14. What great memories! I often find how music takes me back to certain places and memories. It’s nice to reminisce like that, back to the days when life was simple as a kid, etc.

    Today, I’m right with you and your mom, money is comfort. And I’ve definitely felt more comfort as I accumulate more money. It makes certain unexpected expenses easier to swallow and decisions to make expensive trips easier knowing that the life experience is worth it and its affordable.

    I’m sure it will be the ultimate comfort when I reach early retirement too. Life will be more blissful, simple and carefree with that added comfort…just like it was as a kid!

    1. Thank you, Green Swan. I’m glad you mentioned music. Sometimes just a few chords of a song can remind you in a flash of where you were, and what you were doing, when you first heard it.

      I’m happy for you that you’re able to have those travel experiences with your family. That’s something you all will remember for a lifetime.

      I hope Mr. Groovy and I get to meet you before your next move. If you’re incredibly busy perhaps we can take you to lunch near your office when it fits your schedule.

  15. You are such a great writer – I’m green with envy!

    Currently what helps me sleep at night is life insuance (odd?). As long as I’m alive, I can take care of my family. With life insurance, they’ll still be taken care of … fact, their lifestyle will probably improve (although they’ll be far too distraught at the lost of me to enjoy their newfound wealth I’m sure).

    Memory wise, the smell of fresh cut grass always take me back to that time in life when I didn’t have a care in the world. It’s probably why I love doing yard work so much.

    1. Awww shucks, Ty. And my faced turned red from your praise. Thank you for the compliment. That means a lot. Mr. G is always encouraging me to write more and be more daring. It comes easier for him and I think of him as the writer in the family.

      Life insurance, especially when you have children, brings great peace of mind. I can see how it allows you to sleep at night. When you’re responsible for a family it’s critical to have protections in place. And by all means, keep doing yard work! Anything that brings us back to those carefree days is worth doing.

  16. Thanks for sharing your beautiful memories, Mrs. G. I love being a fly on the wall near juicy conversations, even in a coffee shop where I don’t know the people involved, it fuels daydreams and helps my mind wander to fun places.

    My security is time, money, and my husband. I love knowing that our schedule isn’t packed to the brim with inflexible commitments. If I get a flat tire or the water heater leaks, we usually have some wiggle room in our schedules to get them fixed, and this wasn’t the case when I was working 100+ hours per week.
    Money is also nice, because along with time, it provides wiggle room in emergencies.
    Finally, though perhaps he should be first, my husband and I are each other’s back up everything, peripheral brain, and caregiver/assistant when we’re sick or need help. Plus, noises in the night aren’t so alarming when you’re not alone.

    1. Oh yeah, I like listening in on those coffee shop conversations too (although sometimes I hear too much).

      I’m with you on time and being appreciative of not have an over-packed schedule. Life passes by too quickly when you’re ultra-busy. Funny you mentioned noises because during the two nights Mr. G was away, Groovy Cat and I got spooked by every sound when I (we) went to bed.

  17. This post makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I love stepping back in time through people’s memories. I am nostalgic that way. This is a beautiful story.

    What allows me to sleep at night is knowing that we have an emergency fund in our bank, a peace and love that comes from God, and that I am not alone.

    Money is a sense of comfort for me but I know that things can happen and it all could vanish. So, ultimately what I have found to be the most comforting thing in my life is knowing that I have a loving Father up in heaven watching over me. That is where I get my comfort.

    Thank you for sharing Mrs. Groovy. I look forward to reading and learning more from you. You are an inspiration to me. Thanks again.

    1. You are so kind, Amanda. I wish I had the kind of faith you have. I do believe in God but I don’t have that personal a relationship.

      I’m so glad my words made you feel warm and fuzzy! Thanks for your comment.

  18. Lovely, very evocative memories Mrs. G. Nothing like scent to get at primal memories.

    I don’t know that money is my comfort, (it’s likely family and family relationships) but it is difficult to be comfortable or to sleep at night without financial security.

    1. Thank you Emily. I think most would agree with you (and Suze Orman “People first, then money, then things”). I can’t say I put money before people but knowing I have enough of it makes me feel secure.

Leave a Reply to [email protected] Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge