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The coyotes feasted on my hens for sure.
VIDEO Here’s what people ate to survive during WWII
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The coyotes feasted on my hens for sure.
My Mexican friends tell me that it is delicious. And cow tongue tacos are good.. The tongue is boiled like 8 hours to make it tender. Older American cookbooks have recipes for cuts of meat that we no longer eat. You used to be able to buy tongue. canned here.
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ShyGirl
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We ate a lot of bunnies even though we lived on a half acre piece of land in a suburb of Detroit, there were always plenty of bunnies around. Mom always had a large garden Dad kept the freezer full all the time. I don't think we ever had a meal without taters and milk gravy.
mzkitty
I give up.
WWII, huh? Well, my father was in the Army so he ate. But he hated green beans for many years since they were served so often. My mother worked as a housekeeper for a rich family whose dad was a steel industry exec, so they all ate, my mom too. My grandmother was sort of supported by the daughters who worked, plus I think she had a garden and I know she kept chickens. My grandfather worked in the coal mine until he died, since that's all that was available to him, so they had money coming in there too. I don't think the rationing affected them all that much. Were they the lucky ones? I suppose so.
nomifyle
TB Fanatic
Since we live somewhat back in the woods raising chickens is not really an issue. DH tried for a couple of years to raise rabbits, he's experienced in it. He kept losing litter after litter because our climate is just not conducive to raising them without air conditioning. And we are not interested in quail. I have a cousin that has been raising quail or he was, not sure he still is.
Come to think of it I don't think even I hear the chickens. I can see the beginning of the chicken year from my office window, so I see them. A couple of years ago DH expanded the chicken yard to probably half an acre or more, much of which has tree cover. The little beasts have a wonderful area to scratch around in.
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Judy
Melodi
Disaster Cat
I watched several of their videos they were all a lot of fun, but I wanted a quick comment on one thing that was in the Depression Era one which spilled over into WWII.
That was the fact that for some reason, the US Administrations during both periods, simply ignored many of the wonderful and thrifty ways that the immigrant communities made really good tasting food with very scared, limited, or even free ingredients.
I remember commenting to Nightwolf several years ago when I got Clara's Book (and videos) on Cooking during the Great Depression, that one reason I suspect her food was so good was not only was her family Italian but her father grew up in Libya when it was an Italian Colony (he was legally Italian).
Both her parents cooked, everyone in the family had an extensive garden and they grew lots of things that my Mother's family would never have seen during the same time period: bell peppers, fresh herbs, fresh garlic as well as lots of tomatoes, onions, sweet corn and the like.
My Mom never peeled garlic until she came to visit me in Ireland, they never had anything in her extremely poor household; most of their food was made from flour, margarine, salt, a bit of sugar, and whatever else they could scourge.
My Mother, like Clara, had a dozen ways to cook hotdogs which were not rationed during most of the war and therefore one of the most common meats that people had, especially families that were on the bottom end of the scale.
But while my Mom grew up eating hockey puck biscuits with bits of burned bacon (I gather my grandmother couldn't cook very well) Clara's Mother was making pasta sauces, pasta with lemons sauce (from flour) special treat cookies and her Dad even made Couscous with chicken once in a while when they had some.
One thing both Clara and my Mother's family had in common was potatoes with everything, usually fried in a pan with a tiny bit of bacon grease (in my Mom's family anyway). My Dad's family was higher up the social scale, though there are horror stories from his side about his Dad killing his pet sheep and making him watch at age 4, lamb was never served in our house (I started to eat it as an adult).
So a lot of how a family ate both during the Great Depression and the War, depended a lot on their background, in many cases, the immigrant communities who knew how to make poor food taste good may have suffered somewhat less from the changes in the diet, that the average longer-term American.
If you watch their video on what the pioneers ate, you can see where some of the rather monotonous diets of the average longer-term American (especially in the West and Mid-West) came from. A lot of Depression and WWII recipes that made a comeback were basically pioneer recipes like vinegar or soda cracker pie.
This is a great thread by the way!
That was the fact that for some reason, the US Administrations during both periods, simply ignored many of the wonderful and thrifty ways that the immigrant communities made really good tasting food with very scared, limited, or even free ingredients.
I remember commenting to Nightwolf several years ago when I got Clara's Book (and videos) on Cooking during the Great Depression, that one reason I suspect her food was so good was not only was her family Italian but her father grew up in Libya when it was an Italian Colony (he was legally Italian).
Both her parents cooked, everyone in the family had an extensive garden and they grew lots of things that my Mother's family would never have seen during the same time period: bell peppers, fresh herbs, fresh garlic as well as lots of tomatoes, onions, sweet corn and the like.
My Mom never peeled garlic until she came to visit me in Ireland, they never had anything in her extremely poor household; most of their food was made from flour, margarine, salt, a bit of sugar, and whatever else they could scourge.
My Mother, like Clara, had a dozen ways to cook hotdogs which were not rationed during most of the war and therefore one of the most common meats that people had, especially families that were on the bottom end of the scale.
But while my Mom grew up eating hockey puck biscuits with bits of burned bacon (I gather my grandmother couldn't cook very well) Clara's Mother was making pasta sauces, pasta with lemons sauce (from flour) special treat cookies and her Dad even made Couscous with chicken once in a while when they had some.
One thing both Clara and my Mother's family had in common was potatoes with everything, usually fried in a pan with a tiny bit of bacon grease (in my Mom's family anyway). My Dad's family was higher up the social scale, though there are horror stories from his side about his Dad killing his pet sheep and making him watch at age 4, lamb was never served in our house (I started to eat it as an adult).
So a lot of how a family ate both during the Great Depression and the War, depended a lot on their background, in many cases, the immigrant communities who knew how to make poor food taste good may have suffered somewhat less from the changes in the diet, that the average longer-term American.
If you watch their video on what the pioneers ate, you can see where some of the rather monotonous diets of the average longer-term American (especially in the West and Mid-West) came from. A lot of Depression and WWII recipes that made a comeback were basically pioneer recipes like vinegar or soda cracker pie.
This is a great thread by the way!
mzkitty
I give up.
Yes, I think the Depression was much harder on people than WWII, even with rationing.
My mother was a kid then and told me they had lots of cabbage and potatoes. Coal for heating was thrown from freight trains in the neighborhood, and the kids used to go around and scoop it up. My father (12 years older than my mother) worked part-time on the NY Central Railroad, but also did 4 years in the Army at that point. He said he used to eat at a restaurant that had 25-cent lunches (steak, potatoes, and apple pie). Such a deal.
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Ragnarok
On and On, South of Heaven
I have some corned beef but not a fan. My boy loves the bacon spam ( as do I ) and the Jalapeno Spam. It's got a lot of variety now. Not too worried about the nutritional value as much as the longevity of the product. Like I said, it's in the emergency stock and once a year we'll have a little Spam feast as I rotate stock.
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mzkitty
I give up.
Hard to say. WE didn't get what THEY were doing for a long time. THEY are very sneaky.
meezy
I think I can...
But, chickens will eat anything. So if you have to, you can feed them food scraps. Maybe not the healthiest diet for them, but you can. Wouldn't be a problem if you just had a few hens. I don't have any now, but used to and may do so again if things keep going downhill.
Ragnarok
On and On, South of Heaven
Absolutely
Freeholder
This too shall pass.
My mom's family, during the Depression and WWII, ate pretty well. They lived on a farm in the Oregon Coast Range, only about three miles straight-line from the ocean, so the climate is pretty mild there, and they could grow almost anything. (Not really enough heat in most summers for some things like peaches and sweet corn, though new varieties do better now.) Granddad was a really good hunter, and could bring in meat whenever they needed it even if they didn't want to butcher a calf. They had a big garden, and canned huge quantities of food. They went without some things, like new clothes (Grandma talked about choosing the prettiest cloth feed sacks to make new dresses for my mother and aunt when they were little; she said one year during the Depression, they only had $200 cash income for the whole year). But they always had plenty of food, and for the most part the food they had was a good healthy diet.
On the other hand, my dad's family ended up being migrant workers, traveling up and down the western states according to what job Grandpa had. He worked in logging camps, on fishing boats, and on farms. My dad, who was born in 1928, said there were times when ALL they had to eat was corn from whatever farm they were working on. (Understandably, he hated corn.)
I have always thought that the moral of this story is that it is really important to have at least enough land for a big garden and some small livestock. The amount of land depends on the climate -- where we are now, the 2.68 acres we have is plenty. In the desert, it wouldn't be nearly enough (though better than nothing). But get some land, even if you have to live in a shack on it. Better to have a shack and be able to grow food, than to have a big fancy house or apartment, and no food.
Kathleen
On the other hand, my dad's family ended up being migrant workers, traveling up and down the western states according to what job Grandpa had. He worked in logging camps, on fishing boats, and on farms. My dad, who was born in 1928, said there were times when ALL they had to eat was corn from whatever farm they were working on. (Understandably, he hated corn.)
I have always thought that the moral of this story is that it is really important to have at least enough land for a big garden and some small livestock. The amount of land depends on the climate -- where we are now, the 2.68 acres we have is plenty. In the desert, it wouldn't be nearly enough (though better than nothing). But get some land, even if you have to live in a shack on it. Better to have a shack and be able to grow food, than to have a big fancy house or apartment, and no food.
Kathleen
meezy
I think I can...
I've got an antique shop -- so I have sold a LOT of WWII / Depression era cookbooks over the years. Yes, kept some too. 
Heck, people would turn their nose up at some of the foods I ate growing up in the '70s. Grandma lived with us, and my parents were born in '31 and '33. Mom and her mother were really poor, and that carried over into our meals even when they could afford anything. We ate a lot of hot dogs. Hot dogs split in half with American cheese slices on them, broiled in the oven, were a perfectly normal dinner entree. My husband laughs at that.
Heck, people would turn their nose up at some of the foods I ate growing up in the '70s. Grandma lived with us, and my parents were born in '31 and '33. Mom and her mother were really poor, and that carried over into our meals even when they could afford anything. We ate a lot of hot dogs. Hot dogs split in half with American cheese slices on them, broiled in the oven, were a perfectly normal dinner entree. My husband laughs at that.
Jaybird
Veteran Member
I love hearing these stories. One of my favorite things in the world was listening to my grandmother tell stories about growing up during the depression. She passed a year ago last month. Grandad is still kicking at 96. She grew up the child of share croppers. Great grandad got side work because he had a team of mules. He helped build one of the local lakes. One of the toughest women I have ever known. They don't make them like her anymore. Definitely the greatest generation. We need to collect all these stories before they are gone.
Nice post
Blacknarwhal
Let's Go Brandon!
If WWII was fought today do you really think the Germans and Japanese would have a better fighting force than we do?
meezy
I think I can...
If WWII was fought today, our military commanders would be afraid to bomb / shoot our enemies because it isn't "woke."
It's just a deplorable / xenophobic thing to do, y'all!
Rather than focusing on military strategy, they'd be busy studying how best to assign their transvestites and prosecute anyone who didn't want to share their barracks with the LGBTQABCDEFG people and investigating allegations of racism. Too busy, sorry!
Of course it doesn't have to be that way. We still have a strong military, and could easily prevail if the top commanders could get their heads out of their asses.
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et2
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In the video the one dish that grabbed me was the one they used saw dust in. That doesn’t sink in for me …. sounds so inhumane. But I guess there’s some nutritional value to it even if it’s used as a filler.
I’ve heard that in the Nazi concentration camps they fed saw dust to their prisoners.
Yes …. most the population of this world has zero clue what people went through fighting for freedom and ridding evil from taking over.
I’ve heard that in the Nazi concentration camps they fed saw dust to their prisoners.
Yes …. most the population of this world has zero clue what people went through fighting for freedom and ridding evil from taking over.
Freeholder
This too shall pass.
Melodi
Disaster Cat
I note that when I mentioned the sawdust bread on the other thread several posters were sure I was mistaken, I let it slide because I wasn't sure - but I had read in my British WWII cookbooks that it was used in the "National Loaf" which was factory made for most people. And yes, it was used as a filler there was a "Diet Bread" I remember in the 1970s that did the same thing, you couldn't really taste it but the technology was better by that point.
Jaybird
Veteran Member
It will fill an empty stomach and make a turd though. I think the French said Hunger is The Best Sauce. If we only knew what the truly hungry eat on a daily basis we would all be appalled. I try not to turn my nose up to whatever is offered to me. Life could always be worse. No problem eating sawdust.
Ragnarok
On and On, South of Heaven
I'm not all that impressed with our military. Great equipment but very little leadership and crap training due to lowered standards to affect "equality of outcome". The military should NEVER be a social experiment but we can't seem to learn anything without hard examples, these days.
I'd give it a push.
BUT, I was talking WWII with today's generation. Do you think this generation would find 10,000 casualties in one battle an acceptable number to hold a beachhead?
thompson
Certa Bonum Certamen
Split the hot dogs not quite in half. Mix catsup, quite a bit of minced onion and shredded cheese and fill the hot dogs. Broil in the oven until the cheese is bubbly and the hot dogs are getting a little crispy. Really quite good. Had that plenty of times and had a hankerin' for that a while back.
Milk gravy over bread was something my dad's mother would make to stretch the food at dinnertime.
Jaybird
Veteran Member
City Quail. Wrap it in bacon when it is stuffed. Damn I love poor people cooking.
thompson
Certa Bonum Certamen
So do we, including our youngest granddaughter. Good eating!
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Yeah, we also had this thing called "sweet and sour hot dogs" that sounded a lot like what you say here, except without the cheese. My dad liked to have the sauce on his baked potato.
Blacknarwhal
Let's Go Brandon!
Not at all. But you've got to compare apples to apples otherwise it's not a fair question.
Pajama Boy wouldn't last 20 minutes against the Aryan Supermen and the Divine Wind. But the Aryan Supermen and the Divine Wind fought Red Blooded Americana.
Meanwhile, Pajama Boy might do all right against Dieter from Sprockets and the Grass-Eaters.
ainitfunny
Saved, to glorify God.
Make sure you TRAIN YOUR CHICKENS (if you have a normal backyard flock, not 1,000 of 'em) To Come IMMEDIATELY when you knock on a window. It is easy as pie, just knock on a window BEFORE you put ANY food or treat out for them. They will learn quick and come running when they hear it.
it will help if you see a predator or they are wandering next to the road, or on the neighbors property, or they are fighting.
it will help if you see a predator or they are wandering next to the road, or on the neighbors property, or they are fighting.
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A lot like spotted owl. :grin:
psychgirl
Has No Life - Lives on TB
A trap line will feed you, your dogs and your chickens. The trap line doesn’t have to be for fur. I have fed a coyote carcass to my chickens several times. In the winter they peck away at until it’s gone. Hogs can be fed from a good trap line as well. You can feed chickens fish too but the eggs tend to taste fishy. Don’t underestimate the value of a lot of red worms for compost, chicken feed, fish feed. Once a red worm bed is ready for harvest just dump it in the chicken pen, then when they are done scratching through it, rske it up and put the dirt in your garden or beds in the greenhouse. You can raise fish in a drum or a water tank by hanging a light over it at night, they will grow just on the insects attracted to the light. It’s needs a fresh supply of water though so a pipe using water from a spring is ideal. Even a dusk to dawn solar light would work. Finish them off on red worms before harvesting in the fall. Fish will eat bonus meat from the trap line too.
You just gotta put your brain to work.
You just gotta put your brain to work.
Sammy55
Veteran Member
I remember some foods from growing up, and some I still make. Especially dishes that used leftover meat from another meal. I think a lot of foods were created to use smaller amounts of meat and were probably created because of the depression. A filling meal with not much meat, like chicken ala king, tuna casserole, scalloped potatoes and ham.
I was raised by my parents but highly influenced by my grandmothers. Grandparents went through the depression and the war. Parents were born during the war years, but were too young to really remember it. But the way my parents were raised influenced how they raised their kids.
Both of my grandmothers were basically the leaders of their homes. Both of my grandfathers died when I was young - one from a heart attack and the other was a drunk who died during surgery. So both of my grandmothers were very independent, hardworking women who held jobs, brought in the bacon, and did everything needed for their families.
My parents were also hard working people. Even though we were "poorer" when I was really little, they had money when I was in junior and senior high school. In high school, my family would have been maybe middle or upper-middle class for the area. We lived in the country, but my parents worked in town. My dad worked at the iron mines in northern Minnesota for many years and was middle management for quite a few years before he died. My parents were poorer growing up, and as a result, they didn't want that kind of life for them and their kids when they had a family.
Here are some examples. I remember helping my paternal grandma doing clothes washing with an old wringer washing machine. We were taught to be very VERY careful around that! My dad made sure that our family had a good electric washer and dryer. Due to work and school schedules, hanging clothes on the line was a luxury for us, but I did it because I loved the smell of the clothes when they dried.
Both of my grandmas were always busy at home and made sure that we grandkids were kept busy. I know they had televisions, but I don't ever remember watching it at their houses. We were always too busy helping grandma. In contrast, my dad bought one of the first big color televisions in our area. It was in a big cabinet and had a record player in the other end of the cabinet. I remember lots of days and evenings watching television or dancing to music with my mom. Us kids had our chores, but not farm chores, so we had more time - after our homework was done - to watch TV. We all had our favorite shows, and us kids were allowed to watch cartoons until 9am on Saturday morning. Then the TV went off.
My parents weren't vain people, but my dad always said that he'd spend more to get better quality, and he always preferred new stuff over hand me downs or rummage sale. It was a fun treat to go to rummage sales with my grandma!
I don't remember eating many meals at either grandma's house, but when we did they were low on protein and heavy on potatoes and bread. As a result, my dad had a big freezer that he kept full of all kinds of meat, especially beef cuts. We had meat for almost every dinner. I was never big on meat (still am not), but I remember having school friends over and asking what they would like to have for the meal. I was a main cook for many meals in our house as my parents worked and I was the oldest child. So, since I made many of the meals, I got to choose what to make. But it had to have some kind of meat for my dad. My friends used to stand in awe of my dad's big upright freezer full of meat. To me, it was nothing special, just more work.
So, from my parents I learned to spend a little extra for the middle-of-the-road quality - not low quality and not high quality with all the bells and whistles. I learned how to buy in bulk and keep extra on hand as we bought from the local co-op store. I also learned from my dad that a person could learn how to fix a lot of things. My dad was the area jack-of-all-trades guy who was called to fix everything and anything, and he taught us kids a lot of his skills. And I learned from my mom how to clean the house and cook and bake at a very young age. I was in fourth grade when I was baking bread and desserts and making meals to help my mom as she worked and my parents were building another house. So that was partly for her benefit. When I was young, mom made many of our clothes during our poor years, so I also learned how to sew and make clothes.
From my grandmothers, I learned how to "reduce, reuse, recycle," and how to shop at rummage sales. I learned "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without" (which I did NOT learn from my parents as they'd throw away some good things and buy another one). I learned how to make do and how to make depression-type meals. From both parents and grandparents, I learned how to work hard and manage time to do everything that the family needed to have done.
Another thing I learned from both parents and grandparents - that family and friends were important and always welcome. Holidays were open and everyone was invited to come, visit and eat. Holidays and birthdays and any other special days were always filled with lots of family and friends, starting with my grandmothers and then my parents. That's the one thing I don't do and miss a lot. When my kids were little, we went to family gatherings, but we didn't have them as we lived too far away. When my parents got too old, gatherings just quit. My siblings were scattered and I lived too far from my cousins and aunts and uncles, so my kids had those gatherings when young but not since then. And now it doesn't seem like large gatherings are happening like they used to.
So, the depression years influenced my grandparents and parents in vastly different ways, but I guess I've learned to take the good points of both sides and incorporate them into my life. Works for me! (Sorry for the long posting...too many memories!)
I was raised by my parents but highly influenced by my grandmothers. Grandparents went through the depression and the war. Parents were born during the war years, but were too young to really remember it. But the way my parents were raised influenced how they raised their kids.
Both of my grandmothers were basically the leaders of their homes. Both of my grandfathers died when I was young - one from a heart attack and the other was a drunk who died during surgery. So both of my grandmothers were very independent, hardworking women who held jobs, brought in the bacon, and did everything needed for their families.
My parents were also hard working people. Even though we were "poorer" when I was really little, they had money when I was in junior and senior high school. In high school, my family would have been maybe middle or upper-middle class for the area. We lived in the country, but my parents worked in town. My dad worked at the iron mines in northern Minnesota for many years and was middle management for quite a few years before he died. My parents were poorer growing up, and as a result, they didn't want that kind of life for them and their kids when they had a family.
Here are some examples. I remember helping my paternal grandma doing clothes washing with an old wringer washing machine. We were taught to be very VERY careful around that! My dad made sure that our family had a good electric washer and dryer. Due to work and school schedules, hanging clothes on the line was a luxury for us, but I did it because I loved the smell of the clothes when they dried.
Both of my grandmas were always busy at home and made sure that we grandkids were kept busy. I know they had televisions, but I don't ever remember watching it at their houses. We were always too busy helping grandma. In contrast, my dad bought one of the first big color televisions in our area. It was in a big cabinet and had a record player in the other end of the cabinet. I remember lots of days and evenings watching television or dancing to music with my mom. Us kids had our chores, but not farm chores, so we had more time - after our homework was done - to watch TV. We all had our favorite shows, and us kids were allowed to watch cartoons until 9am on Saturday morning. Then the TV went off.
My parents weren't vain people, but my dad always said that he'd spend more to get better quality, and he always preferred new stuff over hand me downs or rummage sale. It was a fun treat to go to rummage sales with my grandma!
I don't remember eating many meals at either grandma's house, but when we did they were low on protein and heavy on potatoes and bread. As a result, my dad had a big freezer that he kept full of all kinds of meat, especially beef cuts. We had meat for almost every dinner. I was never big on meat (still am not), but I remember having school friends over and asking what they would like to have for the meal. I was a main cook for many meals in our house as my parents worked and I was the oldest child. So, since I made many of the meals, I got to choose what to make. But it had to have some kind of meat for my dad. My friends used to stand in awe of my dad's big upright freezer full of meat. To me, it was nothing special, just more work.
So, from my parents I learned to spend a little extra for the middle-of-the-road quality - not low quality and not high quality with all the bells and whistles. I learned how to buy in bulk and keep extra on hand as we bought from the local co-op store. I also learned from my dad that a person could learn how to fix a lot of things. My dad was the area jack-of-all-trades guy who was called to fix everything and anything, and he taught us kids a lot of his skills. And I learned from my mom how to clean the house and cook and bake at a very young age. I was in fourth grade when I was baking bread and desserts and making meals to help my mom as she worked and my parents were building another house. So that was partly for her benefit. When I was young, mom made many of our clothes during our poor years, so I also learned how to sew and make clothes.
From my grandmothers, I learned how to "reduce, reuse, recycle," and how to shop at rummage sales. I learned "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without" (which I did NOT learn from my parents as they'd throw away some good things and buy another one). I learned how to make do and how to make depression-type meals. From both parents and grandparents, I learned how to work hard and manage time to do everything that the family needed to have done.
Another thing I learned from both parents and grandparents - that family and friends were important and always welcome. Holidays were open and everyone was invited to come, visit and eat. Holidays and birthdays and any other special days were always filled with lots of family and friends, starting with my grandmothers and then my parents. That's the one thing I don't do and miss a lot. When my kids were little, we went to family gatherings, but we didn't have them as we lived too far away. When my parents got too old, gatherings just quit. My siblings were scattered and I lived too far from my cousins and aunts and uncles, so my kids had those gatherings when young but not since then. And now it doesn't seem like large gatherings are happening like they used to.
So, the depression years influenced my grandparents and parents in vastly different ways, but I guess I've learned to take the good points of both sides and incorporate them into my life. Works for me! (Sorry for the long posting...too many memories!)
Ragnarok
On and On, South of Heaven
They have a good reputation when in a pie.I don't like apples...
ShadowMan
Designated Grumpy Old Fart
Both of my folks grew up during the depression and WWII and lived on farms in Central Ohio. My paternal grandfather worked in a factory during the day and farmed after work. All my parents older brothers of military age served in the military and pretty much covered all fronts during the war. One was 101st Airborne and dropped on D-Day and fought through the Bulge, one was at North Africa and Anzio, another was a Marine Paratrooper in the Pacific, one was a Merchant Marine and had several ships torpedeoed out from under him in the North Atlantic....he was pretty mental after that and died of alcoholism after the war.
All the boys too young for service worked on the family farms as did the sisters and helped out on other local farms in the immediate area. No one went hungry because they grew all their own food, from veggies to fruit to meat. They survived relativeliy well because they grew and traded for what they needed.
We're not going to see anything like that today if things go south. That's for sure.
All the boys too young for service worked on the family farms as did the sisters and helped out on other local farms in the immediate area. No one went hungry because they grew all their own food, from veggies to fruit to meat. They survived relativeliy well because they grew and traded for what they needed.
We're not going to see anything like that today if things go south. That's for sure.