My maternal grandmother is the only one I knew. She died in the 60's. She was a tough old bird who took things into her own hands. One time she had a small table that she thought would work well along a wall there there wasn't room for it. She sawed it in half and just nailed one side to the wall. It didn't look nearly as good as it sounds but it was there for many years. Grandpa sure wasn't going to contradict her. Someone told her one time that a little pinch of salt in a pot of coffee would make it less bitter. To her, a pinch was as good as a tablespoon and from that day on, her coffee was salty. Then she got some instant coffee and perked it. Perked salty instant coffee isn't something you'll ever drink more than once.
I could go on but you get the point.


β€œIn a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.