I learned a lot about being frugal, maybe even being cheap, from my grandmother on my mother’s side.
My grandmother grew up in the countryside in North Carolina back in the Depression era mostly. She could stretch a dollar further than anyone I knew oh, but she was always generous with the grandkids.
We all knew her as a great cook. The funny thing was, she was the baby of the family of 11 children. When she was growing up, she didn’t have to cook. Her older sisters did. I guess she was spoiled, but you would never know it.
When her youngest daughter was a rebellious teenager in the 1960s, she scrimped and saved the center to what we were calling for reform school. I’m not sure if it wasn’t a military school up in the mountains of Virginia, but it was something for Wayward teenagers.
I guess it worked. My aunt has lived a pretty good life since then, and she’s continued to live a good life until now.
My grandmother lived about a mile away from us, and her second husband was the only grandfather we knew on that side because her first husband, the man I was named after, died before I was born.
We just called the new grandfather by his first name oh, and he treated us like we were his own. As a country boy from back in that era, he turned a small garden in the backyard into something that can produce a ton of food for all of us year-round.
Other friends and neighbors who had their own Gardens and fruit trees went trade with each other whenever different crops came in. I remember one of her friends had a farm and race and beef cattle, and she would be thrilled when he would deliver a freezer full of grass-fed beef.
But that’s what people did.
After World War II, the British people were encouraged to plant Victory Gardens.
Now if you know the British, anybody who owns a little patch of land is a gardener. no Brett has to be encouraged to plant a victory garden.
Unfortunately, in the United States, we may be forced in the near future to plant defeat gardens.