Here we go Again!

I do not care about your political affiliation. This is reality.

Recycling Time is Here

For those of you not born during World War II or during the Jimmy Carter years, it is time to take note of some old inconveniences. Because when products become rare and difficult to find, the inconveniences plus lack of additional purchasing funds as prices continue to rise, will burden you and your friends. Let me say right here that you will soon realize that the price of gasoline and lack of it, will equate into shortages of fertilizer (need this to grow food), paper, plastic items, clothes, makeup, heating oil, detergents, plastics (petrochemicals), paints, rubber (auto tires), nylon, aspirin. The list goes on and on.

It is time to think about holding on to anything plastic, paper products, kitchen items, and of course, food.

During World War II, sugar and other commodities were rationed. The family shopped with its ration book. Air raid wardens frequented the neighborhood, reminding people to douse the lights. Nothing was wasted. My grandmother stuffed pillows with cotton balls she’d saved from medicine bottles. She also had a wad of hair in the closet saved from girlhood days when people sold their hair for wigs. During hard times, one could sell their hair, if need be. There was only one closet in each room. Cedar chests stored linens. The kitchen had one piece of furniture; a bread cabinet with a flour bin. Because there was a war going on and food was rationed, we were reminded “eat everything on our plate. “Remember the hungry children in China!” Yep, those children in China set the tone for American children to not to be wasteful. All clothing in our family was passed down, with collars being turned over and sewn on backward. My father’s white shirts were preserved for further wear by the turning of collars and cuffs. And they were properly starched and ironed. My grandmother worked half the day washing, starching, and pressing with an iron warmed on a wood stove.

During the 1980s we had to go to stations early in the morning, line up our cars, and hope that the pumps would still have gasoline for our automobile. The chore of changing prices on signs soon ceased, because the price changed daily. Also, he stickers on meat etc. were piled thick with stickers, one over the other. In our neighborhood we decided to boycott the price of meat. When the grocers discovered their meat would not sell, the prices suddenly came down.



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Jeannette Holland Austin

Jeannette Holland Austin

Author of 100+ genealogy books. Owner of 8 genealogy websites available by subscription.