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GulfCoast66

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5. Reminds me of a story my mother told me about during the depression.
Mon Jul 6, 2020, 06:55 PM
Jul 2020

My grandfather was the last generation of Yeoman Farmers in South Arkansas. They never lacked for food between the hogs, garden, fruit trees, cattle. You get the picture. Mother said she has never eaten better and she is now very well off.

But they had family in town who were about starving. Had no land. But were too proud to accept help. So my grandfather would go visiting with them. Carrying a burlap sack with a bacon, some potatoes, maybe a ham, some carrots. Or whatever they had. He would walk in the house, drop the bag and say nothing. He would visit and then leave. No one said a word about the bag.

It taught me a lesson.

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