She still washed her tin foil at 85, for reuse.
You just brought a tear to my eye, as I recall my late father carefully flattening the “silvah paypah”, as he called it, with his thick Boston accent, for later re-use.
And, there was always an empty concentrated orange juice can next to the sink, where my parents would pour bacon grease and other oils. This was never used. I don’t know what they did with it.
In any case, my parents were both Depression Era children, and they passed along a lot of warnings which, I guess, only I, took to heart.
Hard-Times are coming. Be Prepared. And remember the lessons your parents taught you...
Thanks for sharing
>>where my parents would pour bacon grease and other oils. This was never used. I don’t know what they did with it.
Funny I picked up that habit from my parents (they were both children during the Great Depression). I always thought it was to cut down on the grease build-up in the plumbing when it cooled going down the drain. Or maybe it had to do with septic systems.
Never thought it was for some other use.
I’m sorry for the tear, but I hope it broght some fond memories.
“And, there was always an empty concentrated orange juice can next to the sink, where my parents would pour bacon grease and other oils. This was never used. I don’t know what they did with it.”
This reminds me of our one grease jar, also never used. Also, my great-grandmother was known to “collect” items that seemed free to her (especially as she aged). I remember one day in the car she was clutching her purse tightly and it was clinking. My grandmother asked her to open it, and it was filled with ashtrays from the casino.
My grandmother asked he mother, “Why did you take all these ashtrays” and she replied, and I quote (best from memory), “What, these cute little candy dishes, I thought I could use them on the nightstand.”
I’m glad your parent’s passed on a lot to you. It’s funny, my land lady is always suprised at the things I thought most poeple could do, like sew (I can only mend holes and such), and garden and cook, and that I wanted to can. She said she never met a man my age who took an interest in old fashioned skills (She’s in her 80’s I believe). Lucky for me my dad dragged me along whether I liked it or not, and my mom kept her sense of humor to break the tension (My mom is disabled, and has been since I was very young, so my dad did most of the teaching/chores, but I still love them both, so very much! Both have given me tools to make the best of what life gives you).