That at least makes some sense. I would make a waterproof container and bury it in the yard.
And paint a big red X so remember where you buried it? 
The problem, from what I’ve heard, is that folks who bury money “in the yard” try to make the dig spot “line up” with rosebushes, trees, or sprinkler heads. When it comes time to FIND the money, nothing lines up! The yard is honeycombed with holes. IF the money is ever located, it doesn’t line up with a damned thing.
My sister-in-law remembers each of her parents at various times burying coffee cans stuffed with money. When her folks sold the house, both of them were too frail to do any digging. I keep waiting for a human interest news story one day about people bringing in a small dozer and tearing out everything in a back yard to do xeriscaping/put in a bomb shelter/creating a lap pool, and finding dozens of coffee cans full of money.
~VOW
My sister just told me that if anything happens to my mom, check the toes of all her shoes. Now I’m imagining a windfall of crumpled Benjamins …
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Oh, and I don’t carry a wallet, but I keep a ten dollar bill in my front pocket card case, because that’s how much a beer, fries and 20% tip cost at my local pub.
(No, I’m not going to tell all of MPSIMS where it is… I need my quiet, cheap retreat.)
Without thinking (obviously), I once used an active credit card as a bookmark in a library book. I only know because after I returned the book, the lovely woman who found it went to the trouble of finding my phone number (this was before internet, so in the phone book – fortunately I have an unusual name) & called to tell me. The possibilities had it been found by someone else make me very grateful for the happy ending.
There are a bunch of YouTube videos made by people who work in auto salvage yards, displaying things they have found in junked cars. One of them said that every Christmastime, they would use the money to buy Christmas presents for needy children; they almost always had several hundred dollars, mostly in change but not all of it.
Several years before my dad’s sperm donor died in 1988, Dad found out that he had quite a bit of cash in a jar under his bed - IIRC, an amount in the high four figures - and managed to sneak it out of the house, where he put it in a bank, and then told him later what he did. Sperm donor didn’t trust banks, and he was also the type who would not have hesitated to tell people that he had that money, and where it was. That money later paid for his last few weeks, which were spent in a nursing home.
I’m a library volunteer. This kind of thing happens all the time.
Another volunteer found someone’s 2019 tax return in some donations, and put it in the recycle bin. I fished it out and mailed it back to them with a note. Haven’t found any $100 bills or anything like that, although we’ve found a few Easter eggs - for instance, valuable brochures stored in an old book on an unrelated topic - and I definitely hope we never find anything like this.
Wow. I love libraries. Never thought of them as dangerous before
A few years before my grandfather died in 1954, he took me down to the basement and pointed to a spot in the concrete floor that looked newly cemented and told me that there was a $1000 buried there. (Think at least $10,000 today.) When he died I told my father about this and he and my uncle got a pickax and dug it up.
I usually carry a few hundred in my pocket, but sometimes I put it into a clothes drawer. I pay cash to out house cleaners and to our visiting footcare nurse. Do they declare that income? None of my business.
Knowledge is power and power corrupts.
As an ex-library worker, finding things in books was usually fun. We would show them around and then hand them into our sup. Once in a while one of us would drop a book and refuse to touch or let anyone else touch it with their hands and we all would get squicked out because we knew the unfortunate person found a used condom, blood or fecal matter. Once it was a used tampon, people can be so gross. Those books were bagged up and discarded and the last borrower had to visit with the Head Librarian to discuss the issue.
My wife and I each have our own stashes. I think she knows where mine is, I have no idea where she keeps hers. My FIL took me aside a few weeks ago and showed me his stash. It’s a stack of 20’s and 100’s about 2 inches thick. He looks at it a couple times a day so he won’t forget where it is, has onset Alzheimer’s and he is getting pretty forgetful.
A while back, one of my Facebook friends posted that one of her children had vomited on a library book, and she was asking that hivemind what to do about it. I, and several other people, told her that this was something they had encountered many times, especially with children’s books, and advised that she call the library and ask them what to do about it. My guess is that they took her word for it and didn’t make her pay for the book, or even bring it back to them. (YUCK)
When I lived in this city before, there was a man who would check out a lot of the same books as me, before me, and make mostly-illegible pencil notations on EVERY.SINGLE.PAGE. On the end paper, he would write, also illegibly in pencil, an essay that always started with the same words, and the only ones I could actually read: “As a gay man…”
Okay. WE.GET.IT.
ETA: Now, let’s resume our regularly scheduled programming.
My wife and I each carry some emergency cash in our wallets. She likes $200-300 and I like more, close to $1,000 if I can build it up. The problem is that when I’m short of cash I’ll often dip into the emergency stash when it’s not an emergency. That’s a discipline problem.
I like the poster upthread who suggested keeping a tankful’s worth of cash in the car somewhere. I’ll do that.
We live in earthquake country near San Francisco and cash in hand is good to have. I just need to maintain it
Aren’t you worried about people seeing such a large amount when you reach into your wallet? Or do you have some way of obscuring it when you need to access it?