God Forbid, Right?

Yeah, back when we was kids?

My opinion is that a whole lot of the stupid shit I see every damn day anymore is due to the fact that the majority of the population in this country has never been truly hungry even once in their lifetimes.

It’s funny how your priorities and attitude change once you have actually experienced it.

I can say from personal experience that you won’t forget it.

48 thoughts on “God Forbid, Right?

  1. You left one out. I must have been 10 before I ate French Toast with real
    egg bread from a restaurant. I am also so old that pasta meant elbow
    macaroni or spaghetti. Nowadays, there are about 35 types. When I
    was a kid, half of the shit on the grocery store shelves did not exist and
    my mother was very frugal. She grew up as a child in the Great
    Depression and she made do with what we could get. She still had
    coffee cans on the stove to save lard, grease, and bacon grease. We
    had a room under the stairs she used as a pantry and it was filled with
    canned goods, dry goods, and canned meats and vegetables, and
    homemade canned preserves.

    Her generation never wasted anything. We save glass bottles, news-
    papers, and anything else she could recycle for a few bucks a month.
    She saved trading stamps she got from stores and got free glass tumblers
    with every fill-up at the gas station. Potatoes were (4) ten-pound bags
    for 4 dollars and 5 bags for the same price on sale. I fucking hated
    going to the grocery store and lugging them 2 miles to the house.
    We had potatoes with every meal and if I were not already part
    Irish, I would have been sick of them!

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    • Mom and Dad were Depression Kids, too. Outside the occasional cash to see a movie, never had an allowance, we made spending money by returning bottles to the store, mowing lawns, or babysitting.

      Mom canned every fruit and vegetable she could. Her cooking was basic but we never went hungry – she could feed seven people with one chicken and still have leftovers. Mom and Dad’s ingenuity taught me so much about economics and survival living. Their motto was “Fix it up or do without”.

      We weren’t rolling in dough but we were never “poor” and as a kid, I never knew how rich we were.

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    • Yep. Mother born in ’13 and Father born in ’16, so everything we did was a result of both Mom and Dad being raised during the Great Depression.
      We washed the plastic bags that bread came in and used them for sandwich bags for our lunches. We even went so far as to save Christmas wrapping paper (had to open those presents c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y), and Mom even IRONED the paper to remove the wrinkles.
      Oh, the stories I could tell! I learned to hate oatmeal….

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    • Leonard, I read all your comments. For quite a while now I have been regretting not having a lot of those skills they soon will come in handy. I listened to my parents and in laws and miss them dearly. Weekly I have questions they could answer. I have done a lot and learned a lot but it won’t be enough. So be it. Buckeye bob quotes a lot of my upcoming sentiment I can only pray I am in the rapture when it comes. Hope I can hold out. May God bless you and all the people posting and reading here. I know Phil has been blessed by all the recent fun and I am thankful.

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  2. Growing up, Dad was an enlisted man. Mom stayed home to take care of the three of us (my youngest sister is severely handicapped). We didn’t have a lot. I learned to hunt, fish, and forage, because I had to. Bread like that in the meme? We made our bread.

    And now I’m going to go start a batch going. You made me nostalgic!

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  3. Breakfast before school was ( I was 5 ) a cup of coffee and the left over Italian bread ( 5cents a loaf back than ) to dunk in the coffee.
    An egg fried in bacon grease on Saturday.

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  4. Way too easy for way too many kids. Disrupt the food supply and see how many spend %50 a month with Peleton or even go to Starbucks. They have no idea.

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  5. White bread, hamburger, cheese, mayo……in my neighbor hood that was a “trailer trash” hamburger (actually “white trailer trash” but that was before I became ‘enlightened’)

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  6. My parents divorced when I was 12 once we moved off the farm (mom) it seemed like we had less to eat,took mom a year to get a good job my brother and I took any small job we could find to help out. We ate alot of peanut butter sandwiches that year ,mom worked hard and ended up retiring as Vp of a major insurance company I’ve been hungry but it taught us to work our asses off for what we want.

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    • River. Try peanut butter on the other side, my Dad would put lettuce in between I still eat them today and crackers and milk.

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  7. “Use it up, wear it out, make do, or do without” Where we grew up in the ’50’s we lived that old Depression era motto. While I never went hungry as a kid, we ate a lot of cheap cuts. Mom’s favorite appliance was the pressure cooker: from freezer to table in under an hour. We only ate in a restaurant when traveling to Grandma’s, and never in our home town (An A&W root beer float maybe once or twice a year).
    S&H Green Stamps, cruising roadside ditches on our bikes for bottles to redeem if we wanted a candy bar, yeah, we never thought we were deprived in any way, and we learned self-reliance from day one.
    I baked a loaf of REAL bread last night, made from scratch, because there’s no treat quite like fresh and hot from the oven to melt the butter on it.

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  8. Rarely did we get store bought bread, mom always baked it, and it was by far better than any store bought crap. Along with cakes, pies, cookies, donuts, canned fruit, pickles, and on and on and on, even to growing our own popcorn. I remember taking the kernels off the cob during winters, and some red sore hands for it. Man those popcorn kernels were hard. And I would gladly trade those times for the present situation and participate in it 100% if I had the space to do it. 405 sq, ft ain’t a lot of room to be engaging in those activities considering everything else thats Gotta be in that same 405 sq, ft.
    What I really miss are the 5 lb buckets of peanut butter we used to get. Actual steel buckets with handles on em. Now all ya got is these cheesy assed skinny necked plastic jars you can barely get a spoon into…..
    Yeah, I’m a thinkin here that we ain’t progressed much as we’ve simply complicated our lives more cause it’s more “convenient”…. Yeah, I’m calling’s bullshit on that…

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    • I’m not a big fan of baking so I make a stovetop version of tuna
      casserole. I also just remembered one of my mom’s dishes.
      During WWII, her mother made a civilian version of Shit on a
      Shingle. It is basically milk gravy with ground beef and a
      dash of Worcester sauce. It is amazing how simple those
      old dishes were; milk, flour, and pepper. It works with
      bacon and sausage based country gravy, tuna casserole,
      Alfredo sauce, cream-based soups, etc. The secret to
      any gravy is the roux (flour and grease). Wisk the shit out
      of it to make it smooth, then add whatever stock or base
      you need.

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  11. You left off (but others above may have already added)
    – bread + gravy = meal
    – bread + tuna fish & mushroom soup + peas = meal
    – bread + tomato sauce + grated parmesian = pizza
    – bread + bacon fat = meal fit for a king

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