Here is a snippet from a historical book that my mother had contributed to many years ago.
We grew up with what was coined as the "Depression era syndrome"
Reuse-reuse-then find another purpose for the item for a future use.
Also we had the value of money in grained in the brain.
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I don't forget one very large bean field in former potato ground (big company pulled the contracts on the taters) , that had a trio of broad hatted migrants hoeing in on my way to fishing.
It was hot. Not just hot. It was hot!
Hours later on my way back there they were hoeing away. Size of the field and their positions hinted they wouldn't be working themselves out of a job anytime soon. And could probably start over when/if they reached the other side before harvest...
(No , they were not working idly. Only vastly.)
No one asks here for work in exchange for a sandwich. Or money. Or anything.
There's work.
Not even youth coming around looking to rake leaves or mow or shovel snow ect..
An old gal across the main road a distance away came and found me. Wanted me to plow her drive out.
I knew she burnt wood in her trailer and wasn't quite rich. (Ahem.).
She asked how much and I told her her grandson (standing next to her) could come around and work. She said he wouldn't. And asked how much again.
Kinda like my neighbors stout boy that doesn't clear his own snow. Let alone others.
Ahh well.
Took two generations of expecting luxuries as a right, to eliminate most attempts at self sufficiency.
Heck even providing ones own basics aren't an individual responsibility for many.
I keep insisting due to my prior experience that eventually , someone has to do the work.
That trio out in the field back when had beans to eat. And I'll bet they did long after too. Figuratively and literally.
(Yes I ate self caught fish.)
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