When my parents helped me move into my freshman dorm, I begged them to change their outfits.
They were wearing jeans and matching XL t-shirts with the “Bose” insignia. They didn’t even know that it was an electronics company, but they’d insisted on snagging multiples a few weeks prior at the grand opening of a Best Buy in Burlington, MA.
The problem wasn’t that they took free t-shirts. My problem was that they let their frugality dictate their every action.
They can afford to go to the salon, yet my mom trims her own hair. They can eat nice dinners, but they fill up on food court samples. They can afford to live like the upper-middle-class folks that they are, yet my dad will pull over his car to pick up a can on the sidewalk—“this is a free five cents!”
I would love nothing more than for my parents to travel the world—or, at the very least, travel out of state. I don’t want them to have only worked to care for their kids. I want them to enjoy what they’ve earned. When I’ve told them this, they reply, “Someday …”
Penny-Pinching Was Their Way of Life
To the other first-generation folks reading this, I’m sure that my parents’ frugality is anything but surprising. It seems to me that immigrants from my parents’ generation tend to either be extreme savers or over-spenders. While I don’t have stats—just experience with friends from Italian, Greek, Indian, Armenian and Hispanic households—immigrant super-savers seem much more common.
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My dad grew up on a modest farm in Italy, where he claims that he “rode a donkey to school, and got my tooth pulled out without any novocaine,” so he’s pretty used to “lower standards of living.” When his family came to the U.S. in 1967, my dad was a teenager whose high school guidance counselor encouraged him to pursue trade school, instead of college.
The message that he couldn’t do better drove my dad to prove himself by becoming a successful electrician, multiple-property owner and one of the smartest men I know. And I think that his modest childhood inspired him to create an extremely secure life for his family. He never wanted to lose what he worked so hard to earn—thus the extreme frugality.
I Love/Hate My Parents’ Frugality
They have no debt, they always have cash and they hardly use credit cards (and if they do, it’s only to earn points, and they pay the balance off immediately). They don’t have a home filled with things that they don’t need. They were able to pay for my braces, my college tuition and my first car. I am forever grateful for their generosity.

Their saving mentality has also turned my stay-at-home mom into a coupon queen. Each New Year, she does a tally of what she saved in the last year using coupons—and every year it’s more and more impressive. (The photo at right is her 2011 savings total through coupons alone!)
I’m not a coupon clipper, but I am damn good at bargain hunting, thanks to my mom. I get a high from scoring something for $19.99 that I know was once $150.





