Having been born just after the war in England when we were so poor, and rationing was still going on this is a breeze for the healthy ones. My worry is my granddaughter who has it, in England
When I was a kid, I often heard my grandparents talk about the Great Depression. I grew up knowing that my grandfather felt very fortunate to be a dentist, because that was something that was always needed, even in hard times. He had to keep his prices extremely low, but he said he was grateful to be able to earn enough to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. I knew that my grandmother always made sandwiches for the people who knocked on their door, asking for help. She said she didn’t have any money to spare, but she could make sure that no one went away hungry.
Listening to those stories shaped how I understood my grandparents. I grew up knowing that they were grateful for what they had, and willing to share with others in need. I’m sure they had their moments of worry…
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