He said:
“Depression People” wasn’t all old people, just some. You could tell by how they acted. They hoarded the tiniest resource. I remember seeing a box labeled “small bits of string” that had, you guessed it, small bits of string. It wasn’t a person who needed the bits for some logical reason, say a fly tying hobbyist. This was a person who’d been through The Great Depression. It created a desire to preserve things they might need. I remember other things; jars of buttons, dull needles, bent nails. All available for a song in the 1970’s. All carefully stored in case the “plenty” of 1970’s disappeared.
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Does some portion of each successive generation become “Depression People”?
I do not have a box labeled “bits of string”. I do have a bunch of campfire wood culled from old pallets. I’m damn near there aren’t I?
Who, me?
One of the reasons that I’m not making much headway on the garage is that I have so much stuff that I might use or repair someday, so I cannot throw it away today.
And AC talks about a broom that he didn’t want to get rid of. Ah, brother, I have not only a collection of brooms that do only an okay job and backup brooms that only do an okay job in the garage and a trashcan full of such tools in the shed, but when it comes time to retire them, I cut the broom handles off and save them for some unknown use in the future.
