My great-uncle grew up dirt poor. He always told the story about how there were never any Christmas gifts, except one year, when he got an orange, which was his greatest Christmas memory. His mom died early, so siblings got spread around relatives homes. Joined the Army at 17 to get away and get 3 meals a day. Was sent to Philippines in 1940, captured by Japs, Bataan death march, POW in China, etc...
Took absolutely nothing for granted. Saved every scrap. Cleaning out his little ranch house needed 2 construction dumpsters.
(Took absolutely nothing for granted. Saved every scrap.)
It’s definitely what one does when the bottom falls out.
Many will find that out as the Democrats continue to destroy everything.
My father was similar.
Grew up on a farm east of Buffalo.
They were okay because at least they had food.
Told about seeing bread lines in the city
All he got for Christmas one year was a Monkey on a String.Served in MacArthurs Army Air Corp. Saw action on New Guinea and Luzon.
Came home on a hospital ship.
He never threw anything away. You may need that some day.
Merry Christmas