[blam]

That picture looks like old pictures of my mom except the house would have been wood frame. They were poor cotton farmers.(mom and dad)
She said (as a youngster) that they had numerous oak barrels of pickled food on the back porch. She loved those pickled peaches her whole life.
My dad had a thing for pickled pigs feet too.

I remember once as a child, my mom made 'hogs-head-cheese'.

I finally discovered Epigenetics to explain how I inherited their 'depression' mind-set W/O it being in my DNA. I've been a saver/prepper my whole life.

[Diana in Wisconsin]

“I’ve been a saver/prepper my whole life.”

That’s what I like about you. :)

I, too, was blessed to be raised by TWO sets of Depression-Era Grandparents. All I have to do is remember one (or more; they were endless) of their stories about those days and I realize how little you can have, and still live a happy life.

As an American, I have WAY too much stuff - and don’t even get me started on all of Beau’s ‘treasures’ stashed around here. *Rolleyes*

I was already planning for a, ‘One Cup, One Bowl, One Spoon’ kind of life; Brandon is just speeding up the process for us all. *SNORT*