sounds like my house
I think you may have spotted well.
I expect 10-20 years from now, compulsive Amazon shopping will fill many pop-up shops.
And I suspect the demand for such stuff will plummet.
Fun fact: Before “Boys Town” (1938) premiered in Canada, children were not allowed in movie theatres! But because of its message, the Canadian government lifted the ban!
This is my favorite, too, lol!!!
And Rooney was actually more Scots than Irish; I dunno 'bout his mom (she was from St. Louis) but his dad was born in Glasgow. The Scotsman had his place in vaudeville for a while, but the Irishman as a character lived on in film long after the Scotsman faded away.
Another fun fact: Father Flanagan was also a whistle-blower on child abuse in Ireland, where he was born!
Awesome story well told. The opposite of the Big Box experience: a place with character and a history.
That’s my parents. Nothing goes out if it has any possible use, and everything is useful.
I think it’s heritable.
I think you are totally right. It’s something I’m struggling with as I clear out my apartment.
I’ve never got to the levels of that lady, and I’ve avoided making shopping a hobby, but I’ve gone through phases/situations where I’ve felt pressure to buy. I don’t go to stitch ‘n’ bitches at yarn shops anymore because of the pressure to buy yarn, every time – at today’s yarn prices, it would be cheaper just to have a nice meal out when I felt like it. Ditto for a lot of book events.
It’s too easy to say yarn and books and all the stuff I mean to mend will keep and not be thrown out, but the larger point is a lot of it shouldn’t have been bought in the first place.
Were they born and/or raised during the Great Depression or by people who were? Because that’s why I have old auto parts, paint, ad nauseum - my parents having been poor, GD or not. “Waste not, want not”.
Lucy, that sounds very familiar. My father was born in the aftermath to people who lived and were still living the Great Depression, and were doing OK in a big city but only because they never spent money. My mom, on the other hand, grew up dirt poor, rural poor, in a place where the Depression never ended, to a father who didn’t know what condoms were for, and they never had enough to go around. So yeah, waste not want not very much the plan, and that lives on in me.
(I have the feeling she and her sibs were punished for eating food because she’s really bent about it to this day. There may also be something else there, something involving her father, but whatever the reason she’s really not OK. OT for this thread; that would be Crazytown.)
I was just going to suggest the same thing. I used to have to cook a “Depression meal” about once a week so that we would appreciate how hard it was. (Actually, not so hard from the standpoint of being the cook: most of the time I was charged with cooking very elaborate French dishes, because Julia Child was in vogue.)
Still save every paper clip, ‘just in case’. But I’ve learned how to throw out/donate/give away at least occasionally, so at least I’ve evolved somewhat.
I should add that I’ve tried to make sure my kids knew why I was like that, and that there were good aspects of ‘waste not, want not’ to consider, but that I was actively trying to make sure I was evolving into a more sustainable, functional equilibrium. One seems to have followed in my footsteps despite that, but I think it was in reaction to the fact that I would ask her to give her hand-me-downs to her sister or others, etc. She focused on the loss rather than the gain (new clothing that fit, etc.).
According to the tags, this was a Lucasfilm Christmas card from 1981 painted by Ralph McQuarrie.
Be sure to buy your family some nice Christmas mittens, or they’ll be attacked by Yuletide kittens!
I got this link from someone claiming the King James bible was still under copyright. Since copyright as such didn’t exist when the KJV was first published, I checked the source link.
It’s a royal patent. Which is kinda sorta but not really the same thing.
OK, this is the weirdest thing I’ve seen in a while.