Reading Through History
https://www.youtube.com/user/readingthroughhistor/videos
90 years from now they’ll be making videos about 2022. “How did families cope through the Biden occupation.”
The HillBilly Kitchen - down home country cooking
https://www.youtube.com/c/TheHillbillyKitchenDownHomeCountryCooking/videos
Does a lot of basic old school recipes including no yeast bread in a cast iron skillet.
My mom said the Depression was the happiest time of her life. Her aunt and cousins came to live in their house. The house was jam-packed full, and between her brothers and her cousins, there was always someone to play with. Granddad had a secure job and he supported everyone.
One thing my father remembered about the Great Depression was the kindness of the neighborhood grocery store owner. If you didn’t have the money to pay for your food bill, no problem. It was just added to your tab.
Of course that was back when average folks could be trusted to do the right thing, and pay what they owed when the could.
The favorite Depression story for my family is this:
It was a Wednesday morning and my father had just walked out to get to his job using the last .10 cents my parents had.
He would not get paid until Friday and they had nothing to eat or fed my sister or brother with.
With the kids off to school, my Mom decided to go for a walk. As she walked she prayed to God for His help.
After several blocks of walking with her head down, Mom saw a TEN DOLLAR BILL! God had answered her prayers.
That was enough to feed the family that night, Thursday and breakfast and lunch Friday until Dad got home with his pay.
Faith and answered prayers. This was taught to me as an example I still follow today.
It was much more like this video than the socialist swill foisted upon us by Hollywood.
I would highly recommend the book.
The day my father was born, his father was a share cropper. Not every share cropper was black. A few feet away from me right now is the $7 Hopkins &Allen shotgun my father, as a teenager, used to get squirrels and rabbits for the table when that share cropper died.
My mother’s side took advantage of the fallow farmland the farmers couldn’t afford to plant. She snd the rest of the family and all of their neighbors planted gardens on these otherwise unused thousand acre farms.
I’m here so obviously they survived but, as a kid, I never wasted a mouthful of food.
Tuesday was ironing day!
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Loved it!
My mom was always embarrassed by the fact that the family rented her room out to a man and she had to sleep on the sofa. Being “poor” left a mark on her..... even though so many were at the time.
By the time they had kids, he was more established at a better job. One time when the workers went on strike in the late 30s, he got temporary work digging graves alongside some urban Amish fellows, whom, he said, would fight and sling the shovels at one another. It both scared him and inspired him to get college education at night and become a manager, and eventually a vice president. The company looked out for family life, and their annual picnics and Christmas parties in the 50s for kids and grandkids were highlights.