Parents, grandparents and great-grandparents that lived through the Depression learned some valuable life skills that many used for many years afterwards. One of the most prevailing was the distrust of banks. Even after he did start using banks, he still would keep a large sum of money hid away at home.
My grandfather never put money into a bank until a few years before he passed away in the early 1970's. He never had credit, and he paid for everything with cash. He built six or seven houses during his lifetime, and when they were finished, every bit was paid for. When he bought a car or truck, he got the most stripped down version they had.
One of the valuable lessons he taught my father, and was passed to my brother and i, was to take care of the things you have and they will last a long time.
Today, many would see that as eccentric. They did it as a matter of being practical and being able to survive. Some may view being eccentric as being a bit off, or not right in the head. Being eccentric makes sense to that person because of sometimes, a unique set of circumstances in that person's life.
She used wine glasses for beer? EEEEKMy grandmother drank Schlitz beer out of Welch’s grape jelly jars with the Flintstone’s on them!
You ain’t lived until you had Schlitz beer & fig barsShe used wine glasses for beer? EEEEK
Eccentric? Some might call me that. I can't stand to leave any task unfinished.
But the worst I ever witnessed was an OCD man I worked with. He had an office with a door that locked. Every time he left that office he shook the door knob many, many times to make sure it was locked. I once counted 17 times in a row that he shook his door knob before walking off. He also had white carpet in his bedroom so that he could see anything that wasn't supposed to be there.
Schlitz and a Baby Ruth!You ain’t lived until you had Schlitz beer & fig bars
Prime for out of context quote thread!It’s a disease. My father in law would spend 5 minutes at the front door shaking it. He’d watch the gas stove for a long time as well.
He worked literally 6 14 hour days per week and 8 on Sunday for years. Never went on vacation and did this into his 70s until an injury made him unable to work. I think he worked so much due to OCD.
Big time worry wart.
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When this was first mentioned, it automatically reminded me of my grandmother. She would have to check everything several times before leaving the house.
I think it might be an older generational thing rather than OCD. Thinking back, i can now recall many older people that would check things a few times before they left home.
Ah - the 24 Club! My mom belonged to it as well; that is what she and her friends from her grammar school days called themselves - members of the 24 Club. She was probably among the oldest of the group having been born on Christmas day 1924. I also think she was the last surviving member from among her friends, at least of those I knew. I do not shed a tear often but thinking of that and of: my mom, my godmother (also a 24 Club member) and some of their other friends brought tears to my eyes.Geez, you would not believe all the crap like this we pulled out of my parents house. Born in 1924.
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My dad will only have his morning coffee from a used Styrofoam cup.
Once had a girlfriend that would drive 20 miles to use a $2 coupon. On an item she didn't want.
I’m no fan of spaghetti, but do eat it. Mom’s spaghetti was fair to poor, and got all mixed up. Jars sauces made it somewhat better. There were plenty of Italians around grew up, but they all made meat sauce.
Spaghetti alla puttanesca, was one of my first sauces to make from scratch along with carbonara. Last time I made white clam linguine my stomach couldn’t handle it.
I miss my Flinstone glasses/jars.My grandmother drank Schlitz beer out of Welch’s grape jelly jars with the Flintstone’s on them!
The teeth came out once she got home. Dinner were cured steaks & fried canned new potatoes or something equally soft she could gum. A Baby Ruth might prove entertaining to watch her try to eat with out here teeth in.Schlitz and a Baby Ruth!
Prime for out of context quote thread!
Ah - the 24 Club! My mom belonged to it as well; that is what she and her friends from her grammar school days called themselves - members of the 24 Club. She was probably among the oldest of the group having been born on Christmas day 1924. I also think she was the last surviving member from among her friends, at least of those I knew. I do not shed a tear often but thinking of that and of: my mom, my godmother (also a 24 Club member) and some of their other friends brought tears to my eyes.
The teeth came out once she got home. Dinner were cured steaks & fried canned new potatoes or something equally soft she could gum. A Baby Ruth might prove entertaining to watch her try to eat with out here teeth in.
After my grandfather died I went to stay with her (next street over) because my dad got tired of her being around after 2 weeks. I was in junior high & my friends would come over & we would get drunk with her. Local liquor store would deliver to her, Schlittz, schnapps & whiskey.
My grandparents had a feud with the asshole next door. The neighbor lady loved peek into grannies living roam from behind her blinds. One me & my friends got lit we would drop trowser for he to watch. Granny would be passed out in her chair.
Had a gf that every time we went to the beach she got sand in her Schlitz.Schlitz and a Baby Ruth!
Sorry for the misunderstanding. I was referring to you saying your father in law would "stand on the porch shaking it for five minutes".Meant to reply to someone talking about OCD.
Have fun with it though.
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Apparently not!Know now how you got your username
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