My parents and my husbands parents lived through the great depression. Even if people had money, food was often in short supply. They learned to make do. This experience caused them to save money wherever they could. Saving accounts were holy. Good people had saving accounts. Children saved pennies.
Attics and barns became repositories for used furniture that had any remaining life. Newly weds furnished their first homes with hand me downs from various relatives. Some of that furniture, made of solid wood, is still in existence today.
After learning the “goodness” of being frugal, it is difficult to trash things that are still useable. I get great pleasure in giving something to someone who will use the item. Note: I don’t really care what they do with it once it is out of my sight.
For several days now we have had a free table at the end of our drive way. We put new stuff out every day. People stop by and help themselves. I like to think the stuff we have no room for at our new house in Vegas will be used somewhere else.
Do you recycle?
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