You can imagine how the rest of this story goes.
So she finished cleaning on Somerville in the Westmounts and headed home to 3474 de Bullion with her purse jammed with $4,000 - mostly in $100 dollar bills.
She got on the 52 tram at Guy and Ste. Catherine and noticed her purse that she usually left jammed under her arm had gone missing.
It might have fallen out because she was also clutching some soap in the same manner.
(Did she lose the soap too?- Chimples).
She had been dreaming about buying a house with the money. Back then you could get a joint for like $14,000 in NDG or $9,000 in St. Laurent.
That amount - $4,000 in 1947 - is worth about $42,000 in today's money by the way.
Anyway she carried her life savings around because she thought that her son would stop sending her the $20 a month if he knew she had already saved that much cash.
Moral of the story? There is no god. Nobody cares about you. People have it way worse than you. All, yes, all is futile. (Wow freaky! - Chimples)