We both grew up during the Second World War and its aftermath.
My earliest memory of being given some loose change by my father was outside the bank in the High Street of Alloa. There was a model plane in the window and a collection box underneath so that the people of Clackmannanshire could contribute their own Spitfire to the war effort. My first pocket money, therefore, went into defeating Hitler.
Daphne used to stand on the platform of Stirling Station staring at a 1930s penny slot machine for a bar of chocolate, even though she knew all that was inside was cardboard. There was, however, one working machine which - if you pushed buttons and pulled levers - would print out your name on a metal strip. That's where her Saturday Penny went. The damned things keep turning up even now in odd corners of the house.