Rationing

I worry about our country.  I write congressmen and Senators, even the President at times.  I have written every president in my adult life, at one time or the other. The only acknowledgement I received was from President Reagan who sent along a autographed picture.  Now I know  it was signed by machine. I also know he never read a thing I wrote, but someone did. I appreciated that.  I ran across the picture when I was going thru our storage stuff. The picture did hang in my office until I retired.

I hope someone can get the economy back on track. We do not need to trash the country because politicians cannot get along. We will be hurting some, no matter what is done, but we must get our finances in order. I cannot think in terms of Billions and trillions, but some men can. I hope they do not depend on someone as ignorant as I am to come up with solutions.

Those of us who were alive during WWII can remember the sacrifices our citizens made. At our house my mama learned to cook well without many staple ingredients.  I am sure millions of mamas did.  As children we never knew how tough it was. There was always something on the table. Biscuits and gravy were always there and I loved them. If you could afford sugar, flour, coffee etc., and did not have the stamps, you couldn’t buy it.

I have talked with folks over the years and they have had a misguided notion that Ration stamps were like food stamps, but NOT SO. The Rations stamp only permitted you to BUY a product, the product was definitely not given to you.

I was much older before I realized what ‘World at War’ meant. Every country was rationing. Even our enemies. I had a friend in a school where I was an instructor, Robert Gunther. His family farmed in Germany under the Nazi regime. There were demands on the farmer and he MUST produce. No spare parts for tractors and equipment, the instructions were: make it work or else. I learned that  like farmers in the USA they used leather for bearings in equipment because metal bearings were not available.

Can it get worse? Yes.  Will it get worse? Probably. Just ask someone who has lived like the government, spending more than they earned. Eventually the piper must be paid.

Another griping bitching entry, Sorry about that.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Life is good, this is a great country.  We WILL SURVIVE!

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The 1957 Chevy convertible.