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I grew up in a low income household. My father, as a result of an accident that left him partially paralyzed, went back to school and by the time I was in my late-teens we were a lower-middle-income household.
Sales were vital when I was a child. It& #39;s how my mother fed us. 1/6
Sales were vital when I was a child. It& #39;s how my mother fed us. 1/6
My father was a hunter and friends with a butcher. We ate wild meat. We couldn& #39;t afford beef/pork. My mother had one of those plastic gadgets that tracked her spending. Sometimes after a few too many clicks of the counter my brother or I had to run something back to the shelf.2/6
Mom scoured flyers and clipped coupons. Sales were a big deal. They meant food in the cupboard, clothing, and presents on holidays. I& #39;m Canadian but if we had Black Friday when I was growing up, Mom would have been there. 3/6
It& #39;s easy to turn our nose up at people who shop today. It can be a distasteful sort of day to be sure. But some of these sales mean that lower income people can clothe their children for a fraction of the regular price, fill their pantry, maybe get someone a holiday gift. 4/6
Many of us can sit home and refuse to shop and feel good about ourselves, but not everyone has that luxury. I& #39;m going up the road today to buy eggs from the help-yourself-egg-stand at a farm. My mom could never have afforded those eggs when I was little. 5/6
