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Edited on Mon Jun-30-08 09:15 AM by skypuddle
I caught hell once for throwing out a long piece of string. I got a lecture on how many things you could use that piece of string to fix. My Grandfather has a collection of jars, coffee cans, and wooden crates, some of which are older than my mother. My Grandmother might be the last woman in America who will replace a zipper on a garment, or patch up an old threadbare sheet. They aren't like that because they're cheap, they're just unbelievably frugal and practical.
My Grandparents also stockpile food like you wouldn't believe (as does everyone else from their generation that I know) which is one trait that I've happily inherited, what with grocery prices skyrocketing and all. Their pantry has a year's supply of food at any given time.
It never ceases to amaze me how the Great Depression has indelibly colored the lives of those who came of age in that impoverished era. I greatly fear that the coming years will make their hardships seem trivial by comparison.
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