ahhh...you’re not just the baby - you’re the baby BY FAR!
I was the baby - 2 older sisters, 5 & 7 years older than me.
I do like that irish music.
I heard about the depression mostly from my grandparents.
My dad was born in the middle of the depression.
They were lucky to be on a farm so they could fend for themselves, but of course it was still tough.
My grandmother never got over it. She held on to quite a few quirks even when she had enough money to live comfortably.
She did leave behind a little “slush fund” for us though.
She wanted us to have an irish wake when she died.
We were supposed to go to a local bar/restaurant and have ourselves a good ‘ole time.
And boy did we!
Ahh. Yep. Heard it all before, constantly, from my brothers. So ok they were sorta right but still. ;) It wasn’t easy being the youngest either.
I always wanted sisters :) I always tell my girls, when they’re complaining, be happy you have 3 other sisters. At least they aren’t brothers.
I’ll get you the link. You’ll love this music then.
My parents were the same way. Our basement, back basement filled with non-perishables all the time...they never forgot what it felt like to be hungry. We used to tease them about it. My friends would come over and laugh about the grocery store in our back basement (or cellar as we called it).
Surprisingly, my mother was awesome with money too and not only did she leave the house but a nice stash in the safe (we convinced her to get the safe...she used the freezer prior to that). My Dad, the big spender, always told me the reason I got a college education and a wedding was because of my mother, lol.
He took me to buy a used car for my high school grad present (yeah, I know, heard it and still hear it from my brothers, I got a car, they didn’t). The entire way home, he kept telling me to let him handle it when my Mom heard the price because it wasn’t what they agreed on. So we drive up the street, she comes out, he tells her the price, then says, it’s what your daughter wanted. LOL and it’s a good, safe car. He knew he’d get her on the safe part, lol. One of my mom’s favorite sayings, which she said that day too, was that she wasn’t a bank and one of these days we were all going to realize that.
My Dad wanted an Irish Wake too. And he got one :) My eldest, only 9 at the time, couldn’t understand why his wake was like a party...told her it was what her Pop Pop wanted. He wanted us to celebrate his life, with beer, music, friends/family and more beer.