THE GOOD OLD DAYS

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My parents were children of the Great Depression so they grew up with a necessary sense of frugality, recycling and hard work. They were the original recyclers. Egg cartons were reused. Bottles were sterilized and used again. Diapers were washed and hung in the sun to dry. It wasn’t unusual for them to wear second, third and fourth hand clothes. If you were part of a large family, there’s no telling what condition your clothing would be in by the time you got it.

Meals rarely consisted of large amounts of meat, unless you raised and butchered your own. The mainstay of most diets was pasta, potatoes and lots of fresh bread. It’s really amazing that there wasn’t more of an obesity problem, but most of those calories were burned off by playing outside or doing chores. The joy of eating a 5 cent candy bar was reserved for special occasions and was usually split between two or three children.

Not only were the people faced with unemployment, drought, a world war and poverty, but no one bought anything on credit. There was no confidence in the stock market or banks. There was, however, a patriotism that doesn’t exist today – a love of country that we don’t often see anymore.

We’ve come a long way from those dreary days to a land of plenty – or have we? Now families usually have two parents working just to get by. Now the average family spends $600 on back to school clothes and supplies. That’s more than people spent on a car in the 1920s. We have mountains of disposable diapers, plastic bottles and phones that need upgrading every year or two. I’ve often wondered what happens to old electronics. I have a visions of mountains consisting of bulky old computers and the tiniest of cell phones someday cluttering our landscape..

We need to take a good look at where we’ve come from and where we’re going. Our country was built on hard work and sweat. Many died building bridges, tunnels and railroads so that this nation could become what it is today. I doubt if those who paid the price would be happy at the outcome.

Thankfully we have a God who doesn’t give up on His people – even though we aren’t always good stewards of His gifts, He is always there to provide what we need.

Help us, Lord to appreciate your bounty and use it wisely. Help us to remember that you are in control of all that occurs in our lives and the hereafter. Amen!

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2 replies

  1. My parents grew up during the Great Depression. They never talked much about it, and I am still learning to be a good listener.

    My father grew up as an orphan with his brothers and sisters and a bunch of cousins. My mother grew up with her sisters on her parents farm. They were rural people so they knew the necessity of hard work and sharing. They passed on the virtues of their past with their example.

    I hope I did as well.

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    • What a wonderful heritage, Tom. My parents had similar backgrounds. Though they struggled all their lives to make ends meet, they gave me a great gift through the Word of God. A gift that needs to passed on from generation to generation. Have a blessed weekend.

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