Originally Posted by wabigoon
Cloth feed sacs, when the store help would move most of a stack of sacs, on Saturday night, to get to the ones the wife wanted. [Linked Image from img0.etsystatic.com]


I've seen the guy at the feed store move half the laying mash stock until my grandmother could match patterns.
My mother, on the other hand, grew up wearing flour sack and feed sack clothing. She wasn't having any part of that! She would rather scratch pennies together and go half naked than wear anything made from a sack. She wasn't stuck up, she'd just had all she wanted. She was the youngest of 6 girls. No sons in a single parent household during the Depression.
The woman could make a worn out shoe sole taste good!
....and feed a family of 5 with next to nothing!
We ate lots of soups, stews and beans.

P.S. - when pop offered you a slice of bread, he wasn't being nice. Bread, biscuits, cornbread and gravy were cheap fillers. It wasn't required, but you didn't refuse.

Last edited by martinstrummer; 02/03/22.