LOL! “My grandparents’ stories of hunting for 3 pennies to buy ice to make ice cream back in their poor days affected me. And my parents lived within their means.” Reminded me of when I was a kid in utah. On Saturday, my sister and I would go barefoot to the neighbors to borrow their red Radio Flyer wagon. Then with a 50-cent-piece, we’d walk to the service station through the block, and buy a 50-pound block of ice to put into the old wooden icebox refrigerator we had.
Mom talked about the train that passed thru. She and her brother would get a bucket and collect coal that fell off to use in their furnace.
Those are precious memories. Indeed. So much better than the kids of more recent years who sit in front of a Nintendo game for hours.