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Well, ,maybe if'n there was a crappy neighborhood of Bora Bora.

You should have had a farm or ranch here. Crappy land selling for unheard of amounts to oil company’s.

It’s great for the scenery, too....

Likewise to the OP. Same same

Everyone thinks I am doing okay Sandbilly.


Trouble is that its crappy land selling for a crappy price.


I am the king of Schit Mountain.

When I was growing up we would see the red salmon five times before it was done. We would have baked salmon, Salmon casserole, Salmon casserole and mac n cheese, salmon salad sandwiches for school and creamed salmon over cornbread as last rites.

At least you’re the king!

Fugging A!

My Mom and Pop were children of the Depression. Six kids by the time they were 30; nine kids before they were through. I remember a lot of bowls of navy beans over a slice of white bread. I'd put ketchup on mine, loved it. Hand me down clothes for the boys; Mom sewed the girls dresses. Since I was the oldest boy i got to wear the new jeans before they went to the younger brothers. I hated new blue jeans.

Haha!


Folks give us clothes all the time.


Fugg.....maybe we really are poor....

Getting 70 MPG

Lucky fugger.

Your mother was very wise. My mom was like that.

I was a big fugger as a kid. I worn lots of Dad's and Uncle's hand me downs. Lots of iron on jean patches that mom also secured with extra stitching especially between the thighs.

Toughskins, fugging knee would give out before the pants would.

I remember the patches...knees and elbows.

We always had venison, fish, clams, crab, a garden and bottle of Pepsi with popcorn on Saturday night that was a treat. We never went hungry. Life was good! 😎

My mom and dad were jewels, although I did not fully understand that until I became a husband and father. They were born in the Nineteens, dealt with the depression as young folks with little resources, made themselves wise and learned to be self-sufficient, happily had four kids and raised us with devotion. We had little, but I never once felt deprived. They knew that the keys were self-respect, self-sufficiency, responsible behavior and thorough education and they were tireless in that emphasis. It all came out very well. Poor, yet rich beyond measure.- they went to Heaven happy and fulfilled.

Same here. Once I complained about the school lunches. My dad told me they were better than what he had which was sometimes nothing. I never complained about food again. I was the youngest of five boys, don't think I ever wore anything other than hand-me-downs until I was in about the seventh grade. In the first house we lived in, when it rained we'd get pots from the kitchen to set on the floor and catch the leaks.

Thing was, everybody we knew was in the same boat. Then the houses and everything else got better and now we take it all for granted.

That's signature line stuff right there.......

I remember Dad cooking turkey drumsticks in the pressure cooker... he could get them for 10 cent a pound... Now days... at my house... when I cook turkey... I rip the drum sticks off and turn around and give them to the dog...

That... and meat loaf is not allowed in my house either... no meat loaf. Hamburger was .35/lb... we ate a lot of it.

None of that free hot lunch for me, in school... I would wipe tables down and clean up after lunch, so they let me go though the lunch line for free.