My grandmother survived the Great Depression but always feared its
return. Over the years, in her pantry, she shaped and saved balls of
scrap foil, rubber bands and mixed twine as a hedge against future
shortages. She sealed mouse holes with patches of flattened tin cans.
Leaky garden hoses were mended with strips of rags tied in fancy bow
knots. End notched scrap planks propped sagging wire clotheslines.
Stacked in the kitchen were decades of Farmers Almanacs. Even
in these bygone issues of planting lore possibly some useful tidbit of
knowlege or information might still remain. Nothing wasted. Total
utility driven by fear.
on front porch swing
snapping beans for soup
gold star mother
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