I love it when I read or hear that someone agrees with me. (Don't most folk feel that way?) I was raised by a mom and dad who had a family of 5 to feed during the 'Great Depression'. By the time Shirl and I came along things were good. BUT even then we were taught the value of the 'penny'. And we heard, and took heed, "Be sure to save for a rainy day!" For some reason I knew what they were saying without them telling me how hard the 'rainy day' (the Depression) can be.
As a matter of fact, they could make the hard times sound like fun. There was NEVER a woe is me, attitude. The made it thru the depression because they were not afraid to walk or beg a ride to where a small job was. They were not too good to live in a car or tent.
As a child, tales of Hollywood, Florida filled my mind, and it was still fresh in theirs when I was 4-8 years old. They and Uncle Doyle and Aunt Julia and their families worked their way to Hollywood, where they lived in tents near the beach. Dad and Uncle Doyle worked with the 'WPA'(?). They bathed in the saltwater every day after work. Mom and Aunt Julia cooked on open fires and boiled clothes and stirred them in a pot to keep their family in clean (but ragged) clothes.
So just a few minutes ago I read an AOL article by Libby Kane entitled: "Stupid beliefs even the smartest people have about money". I am a sucker for articles like that because I have known some very intelligent men and women who were very ignorant about money matters, and I have never been able to understand it. Educated people who remained over their heads in debt, and could not understand why?
More in tomorrows blog. Thanks for coming by the shipslog.
I grew up hearing how flat tires were stuffed with rags and weeds so they could keep on down the road to Hollywood, Florida!
Look forward to tomorrow's blog. I think people who have the desire to work and the need to work to support their families do the best they can to make that happen, even if it is living in a tent and bathing in salt water :)
The great depression certainly left a mark on a lot of people. Even the rich learned the value of a dollar. I grew up hearing about it . It doesn't take money to make folks happy.
It scares me sometimes to think about the kids of today. They have no idea the value of a dollar. I thinkThere will be another great depression.
I could rough it.
Waiting on part 2
Oh, those photos!
I suppose one never knows what he/she is capable of until they've no choice.
Still, I have to chuckle, imagining designer clad/Starbucks aficionados' predicament were another Depression to come along.
Neither my mom or my mother-in-law could bring themselves to throw away an aluminum pan or a mason jar.
I think living through the depression, they wanted to be prepared if it ever happened again.
I have probably told you this before that my mama came from Oklahoma in a Model T with her family.and lived in a tent on the Atascosa river until the men could find jobs. I wished I had ask more questions about the problems they may have had getting here.
Sometimes being frugal isn't enough to stretch a dollar. People suffer. Some survive. Some don't. Being part of one generation or another doesn't make you more vunerable to being better at handling debt. sometimes circumstances beyond your control can take everything you have in the blink of an eye.
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