It’s difficult to imagine the effect that the Depression had on the people that survived it…
The people I observed looked at money as if it were both the curse and the cure.
“How much does it cost?” Should have been the title of their national anthem.
I would rather starve to death in a puddle of my own piss than to ever have to utter those words.
I look at money as a tool. To get what we need and want. I have been called a ‘Spendthrift’ by those who who are forever saying, “How much does it cost?”
Holding on to a few dollars like a squirrel holds onto a nut and counting and recounting and digging it up and counting again.
Apparently, according to my daughter, squirrels have bad eyesight and rarely can find the nuts they bury.