My granparents grew up in the depression era. Dirt poor sharecroppers with a large family to feed. They survived, not everyone did. I remember the cellar they had built by hand. Rough hewn shelves with row after row of canned goods, sacks of flour, onions, turnips and potatoes in bins, jars of honey from the beehives my grandpa kept. The raised their own beef, pork and poultry and butchered it themselves when the time came. It was all there and we always ate VERY well when we went to their house.
I don't see it as much these days, but you could always spot a depression survivor when they came through the airport. They always had food squirreled away on them. You could almost see it in their eyes if you looked hard enough.
Those people couldn't afford the luxury of normalcy bias, because it wouldn't fill their bellies. We'd all do well to keep this in mind for the future. I sure hope some of what I learned from my grandparents and parents stuck!
I don't see it as much these days, but you could always spot a depression survivor when they came through the airport. They always had food squirreled away on them. You could almost see it in their eyes if you looked hard enough.
Those people couldn't afford the luxury of normalcy bias, because it wouldn't fill their bellies. We'd all do well to keep this in mind for the future. I sure hope some of what I learned from my grandparents and parents stuck!
