giving charity in secret

Every Tu B'Shvat holiday, my family in Jerusalem used to sit at a table that was full of dried fruit and glowed with a large light, from a special lamp that we would light once a year, on the eve of the holiday and we therefore called it "Tu B'Shvat lamp". All year the lamp was waiting behind the closet, as if shyly waiting for its big moment at the Feast of the Trees and when it was lit we knew the holiday was already here. The weekly pocket we got from my father. My father would collect from the plate the donation money, to send to Tiberias to mark Rabbi Meir Baal Hanes, and from there we would receive half a year later a receipt with an illustration of Rabbi Meir's tomb, signed by the Kabbalist Rabbi Zrihan, who blesses our home with wealth and happiness health and success. Each member of the family was there as a gift from the pocket money under the handkerchief without seeing what his other name was, and our father explained to us then, that the money of a donation should not be boasted therefore it is hidden, it is forbidden to compare donors' donors, who gave more and who less. Or feel the inferiority of the name a little. In the end we would of course reveal to each other what each one gave, but I have no doubt that this was a wonderful and magical way in which I learned as a child the phrase "secret giving".