tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post6781810607146108175..comments2024-03-28T20:13:22.915-05:00Comments on PRACTICAL PARSIMONY: The Great Depression and Little BoysLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-50921976937901834492014-10-12T12:12:12.080-05:002014-10-12T12:12:12.080-05:00They were indeed.They were indeed.Janie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-15090015837984372422014-10-12T01:05:09.368-05:002014-10-12T01:05:09.368-05:00Janie,
My mother grew up on the Old Homeplace in M...Janie,<br />My mother grew up on the Old Homeplace in Mississippi, so there was food grown. They did have a rough time because she and two siblings lived with her mother and grandmother, alone. <br /><br />My father grew up poor and hungry in Illinois, Alabama, and Tennessee. <br /><br />Unfortunately, you did not have to live in the Dust Bowl to be poor and hungry. Your parents were very fortunate.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-29591849708850270932014-10-11T22:58:35.674-05:002014-10-11T22:58:35.674-05:00My parents were teens during the depression. My mo...My parents were teens during the depression. My mom's father had a good job. My dad's parents farmed. My dad said they always had plenty to eat because they grew their food. I think they had a better experience than a lot of people because they didn't live in the dust bowl.<br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-33574158218259858952014-10-11T21:19:37.131-05:002014-10-11T21:19:37.131-05:00Michelle,
If someone came looking for food today,a...Michelle,<br />If someone came looking for food today,and a person asked for that person to work, I am sure most people would be very angry, expecting to have food given to them.<br /><br />He was a very funny guy. A friend who was also funny said he was the funniest person he had ever known.<br /><br />Even during the 50s, we made toys. We had no tv.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-70622793117075223142014-10-11T17:48:22.172-05:002014-10-11T17:48:22.172-05:00John sounded like he was a wonderful guy.
My gran...John sounded like he was a wonderful guy. <br />My grandparents grew up in the depression. My mom's parents both lived on farms. My grandmother said that they all helped out on the farm. In their spare time they would ride horsed and play in the barns. She told me of travelers that would come by looking for work. She said my great grandfather would pay them in food. She said he tried to be generous, as many of the men that stopped by had kids and there was no food. She said my grandfather felt it was his duty to help out those that were trying to help themselves. <br />I think it was great during that time, how kids used what they had to make toys.Jason and Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11860762982914983418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-70891761591051872712014-10-11T17:17:29.285-05:002014-10-11T17:17:29.285-05:00Patti,
Me too.Patti,<br />Me too.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-33957943845553955162014-10-11T17:17:06.114-05:002014-10-11T17:17:06.114-05:00Snowbrush,
Thanks. John was funny and a man's ...Snowbrush,<br />Thanks. John was funny and a man's man. He wanted to be a woman's man. He was not tough looking at all, but a guy would not want to cross him. Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-68130423765357334872014-10-11T17:15:46.373-05:002014-10-11T17:15:46.373-05:00Coffeypot,
I never had a grandfather and sorely mi...Coffeypot,<br />I never had a grandfather and sorely missed that. Thanks for the explanation. He was tough.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-2060663930571858972014-10-11T17:10:08.191-05:002014-10-11T17:10:08.191-05:00Bellen,
That sounds like a good life during the De...Bellen,<br />That sounds like a good life during the Depression! Can you show them how to make things? I think that after puberty it is hard to interest grandchildren in the mundane. I make things and crochet for my grandchildren. Maybe just looking at things made them will inspire them. I can only hope.<br /><br />Daddy made sturdy things that still exist from wood. Brown paper bags is a good idea for teaching kids it does not have to require batteries, not that many toys of my youth did require a battery.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-18705227526585568772014-10-11T17:06:22.673-05:002014-10-11T17:06:22.673-05:00LL,
Well said. Love is all that matters.LL,<br />Well said. Love is all that matters.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14991571309786149363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-10729354811091903282014-10-11T15:13:58.438-05:002014-10-11T15:13:58.438-05:00Shoot! I'm lucky to be here considering the t...Shoot! I'm lucky to be here considering the things my dad did when he was young. LOL (He's now 85 :-)Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18398723600802761655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-8286221944023602372014-10-11T13:33:25.270-05:002014-10-11T13:33:25.270-05:00Funny!Funny!Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-14207300039855115312014-10-11T10:26:51.603-05:002014-10-11T10:26:51.603-05:00I never met my grandparents. My mom and dad were ...I never met my grandparents. My mom and dad were in their 40's when I was born and all grandparents were dead by then. As an aside, for you civilian and peace marching pukes of the era, a Wild Weasel is a code name given to an aircraft, of any type, equipped with radar-seeking missiles and tasked with destroying the radars and Surface to Air Missal (SAM) installations the gooks set up. A hardy bunch of guys.Coffeypothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02944074653548750642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-57377238180346106012014-10-11T08:19:22.379-05:002014-10-11T08:19:22.379-05:00My mother and father were both raised during the d...My mother and father were both raised during the depression. No, no dynamite stories but Mom did teach me how to make a cloth doll and clothes that she and her sisters made, plus doll furniture out of cardboard & wood scraps that she, her sisters and brothers made. My Dad mainly talked about hiking in the woods behind the house, helping in the garden and general roughhousing with his brothers. They were both very lucky in that they were not poor - Dad's father was fully employed by the railroad, had a large garden and raised a cow for meat, and Mom's father had a small truck farm that fed his family and neighbor's, chickens for eggs and meat too and was employed at a factory making airplane/truck parts. <br /> Dad did make a lot of things for us - a board game that he sketched on brown paper bags & had us color plus 'race car' play pieces made from corks cut in half, gave us scrap wood from shipping crates, nails and hammer to make things - my first stool required balance to sit on, helped us make a play house from large shipping cartons. We and our friends always thought the things we made ourselves were much better than store bought. Too bad it's not the same now. We encouraged our kids to do the same but their kids only have store bought and won't even look at anything made by hand no matter how nice or how wonderful the memories will be.Bellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17249001827113998376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321084510373631678.post-78160507595445067492014-10-11T08:06:42.564-05:002014-10-11T08:06:42.564-05:00I only had one Grandparent, a Nan, whom I loved de...I only had one Grandparent, a Nan, whom I loved dearly, but she died when I was about 11 and truthfully I remember very little if anything she ever said to me, but I do remember her love. LL Cool Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13916666100971008775noreply@blogger.com