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My son often teases me about having the frugality of my Depression-era grandmother, the oldest of 10 children on an Iowa farm who was 15 when the stock market crashed in 1929. 1/ https://twitter.com/kherman/status/1250420066539036675">https://twitter.com/kherman/s...
She saved everything. Repaired and patched and reused. Nothing ever wasted. It was an unconscious habit of mind instilled by hardship and not up for questioning. 2/
My son teases me about her influence most often when I& #39;m cooking. I wear out the sides of mixing bowls scraping out the batter, gather up every stray grain of rice, bleed every drop from bottom of the can or bottle. It& #39;s deep in the bones. Not even aware I do it. 3/
The other night we were cooking a quarantine dinner (beans ...), and he mused, "How long does does it take for the effects of something like the Depression to run through a family until there& #39;s no trace left?" 4/
A great question. But the answer is we& #39;ll probably never know now. That experiment just came to an end with our own economic collapse. 5/
My son is a teen like my grandmother was when the Crash happened. He will likely come to carry his own deep scars and abiding fears like his great grandmother did. 6/
And in another 90 years, some great grandchild of his will wear out the sides of mixing bowls and not really know why. 7/7
