Saturday…. Thinking

 Picture or the day:

ABove taken in London during the Depression

Below is pictures from the USA during that time.

Now for today’s stuff:

Sherry’s family did not do any camping. I introduced that to her. 

Time in the woods over night was part of my childhood. For a few days every year our family met Uncle Irvin’s family in the Pisgah Forest of North Carolina. Mama and Aunt Bert did the cooking over an open fire.

I remember so many stories told around the campfire. Strangely the area where we ‘camped’ was an area where mama and daddy lived during part of the depression time. No rent nor utilities. They said several families lived here including Mama’s sister Julia and hubby Doyle. Daddy and Doyle worked at a saw mill for what money they were able to get.

They talked about huddling in the old tent, all night, with my brothers and sisters for warmth on many wet, cold nights. They laughed at mistakes in cooking. Frying fish sometimes as small as sardines.

(Sherry & I have been in tents and nice motor homes. I miss camping in the woods)

There were Apple trees and walnut trees in the area, and they used those for food. They got their water from the mountain stream near by.

My brothers were allowed to play in the creek but could not pee in it. The adults made that a strict rule, explaining that folks down the creek used that water too.

I am always amazed at how people all over the world, made it thru The Great Depression! Ingenuity, hard work, and scraping to get by AND RAISE a family.

I was always proud to hear how my parents' made things work.

Are you old enough to have heard stories of that time?

Nite Shipslog

PS: Thanks for sticking around. Myra had a graphic on her blog lately that lets one know just how small we are in respect to the solar system. ;-) I need to KNOW that when I think I have troubles.