My mom always carried a change purse like this one everywhere she went.  I remember vividly her opening it one fall afternoon in 1960 and giving a stranger a dollar to put me on his shoulders so that I wouldn't get crushed at a JFK rally in Cincinnati.  Sadly, this purse finally fell apart.  I was so happy to be able to order this for her.  It has a nice added bonus of a bottom zippered compartment for a little added folding money.