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PP flies direct *now*. Not back then. |
I'm more like this than OP> I love my old clothes. I also married into an old landed New England family where that's ok and appreciated. Now, my work clothes are another thing. Expensive and classic and I take care of them. |
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Husband is pretty adamant about taking at least two vacations a year because his family never did them.
He also really likes to eat out on the weekend, especially Saturdays. He got a job as soon as he was able to working in grocery stores and Walmart (put himself through college thanks to Walmart) and said he always promised himself one day he’d be the one eating out, not working, on the weekends. He can’t really eat potato soup, even if it’s fancy, because it reminds him of the potato soup his mom made- water, potatoes, a splash of milk and some salt and pepper. |
NP. The fact there was any flying does indeed mean they weren't poor. --first plane ride at late 20's |
I cut them in 1/2 too and use 1 a day not 1 per meal. |
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+1 I could’ve written this post. My parents were children during the Depression/WW2 era and we had little when I was growing up. Canned foods were somewhat of an exception because both had literally gone to bed hungry (more than a few times). I still have a bit of a hoarder/prepper mentality with food/staples. Came in handy during COVID! Love my “old” clothes, though, still shop in thrift/second hand stores (I figure someone else liked it enough, too, to buy it the first time!). DH likewise grew up on the very wrong side of town and has clawed his way to having helped create this very nice life we have. Kids are “spoiled” with our time and, perhaps, a few too many activities but I’m ok with that. Stuff? Not so much. And, shhhh, I also still have my nail clippers from high school way too many decades ago. I’d be crushed if I lost or broke them. “Trim” brand. Love ‘em! |
Yeah, that’s your parents just being cheap. Poor people do not fly. |
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Good shoes
Appropriate eyeglasses Appropriate orthodontia |
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I was actually thinking about this last night.
When I was growing up poor, we had old threadbare sheets and no top sheets. Our blankets were quilts used to wrap furniture that my father brought home from work. Our towels were packed in cheap laundry detergent as an incentive to buy the cheap detergent. I now have the best sheets, towels, and blankets, even for my kids and in the guest room. My husband doesn't understand even though he also grew up poor. We bought all bread and related products from the day old bread store that always had a hint of mold. I rarely throw away food, but if I smell mold on bread, it immediately goes out the window for birds or other critters. We couldn't afford sanitary napkins, so I wore bundled up rags that had to be washed by hand in cold water to get out the blood. When I joined the Navy, the best thing was real Kotex. |
1&4 seem in direct conflict with 3&5. |
DCUM can be toxic sometimes but there was a thread a couple of years ago similar to this one and a poster mentioned not having access to Kotex. It really opened my eyes and I’ve been donating Kotex to various organizations ever since. I’m so glad you’re doing well!! |
How so? Food/cleaning supplies are not the same as clothes that other people see. |
| My kids always have snow pants and snow boots. Every year, every size. Good ones. |