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My Days as a Yungin'

I remember my Mom slipping next door to where we lived to some food for us.
…..mostly cereal and bread for the jam to slap on. That's what I grew up eating.
That's how I grew up. We were not only poor but there were times I went to bed hungry.
It was a depression. Not the big one but one that made live interesting.
My 5 aunts would bring cloths for me to wear. I had very little. They were second hand stuff and Mom could get pretty handy with a needle and thread.

I never knew how bad we were off until my Mom told me many years later.

I was just a kid then and went out to play with the neighborhood kids. I actually made some money selling lemonade using my charming, lovely lemonade stand. It was fun.

The milk truck that brought bottled milk for us would sometimes leave an extra bottle on the porch because he knew we were having a hard time.

All that's happening in the world today reminded me of that. Polio was the issue. I would go to school with my feet and ankles wrapped hobbling along to get there. It was bad in our area. I got a vaccination shot in school. We all did. Some kids never made it without being crippled the rest of their lives.
I turned out ok. Thank God.

I lived in the neighborhood for 8 years.

I was just a little gal but I learnt to take care of myself and enjoyed doing it. My best friends were dogs.

Just wanted to share some thoughts I had this morning. I grew up tough, strong with losts of ingenuity to take with me when we moved.
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3/25/2020, 11:11 am Link to this post PM Northernbel
 
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  emoticon Snowy your story of how you grew up makes me smile, emoticon me grew up in a poor household, and 6 children to feed, with us it was potatoes and bread, garden veggies in the summer. Dad got jobs where ever he could, there were times he didn't get money for working, once he got a little piglet, and one time a heffer, which we kept for a cow, we did get clothes given to us from people who had more then we did.
Yep I grew up in the same boat, and I now say those were the good ole days emoticon emoticon

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My youth was nothing I want to remember very much. But I did enjoy going from Air Force base to other states and bases.
15 different , meeting lots of kids teachers, lessons...I loved that.
Since I was not treated like a child should be , I was to young to even know what was going on , except I didn't like it.
But I sure didn't want for food, new clothes, toys and such.Being an Air Force Brat as all kids were called, money didn't seem to matter as much.

So my problems were unlike most here, but I have coped and with meeting Joe life was wonderful for 44 years, I was safe , loved, admired, and happy finally emoticon emoticon

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We should have been well off my dad was a welder but he spent his money in the pub so in the end we got taken off them and put in a home.I am a better person for all that.

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“My best friends were dogs” love that Snowy. 🤗
enjoyed reading your memories 🙂

When I was Around 😁9/10 I found,a puppy! Something I had been wanting. Named himBuddy,and he was ...my buddy. Adopted kittens anytime I came across one or it came across my path.lol
I had built-in play mates. Cousins that lived above us (2 family unit dwelling)and next door.was a great time in my life.filled with many wonderful memories.😊

 I’d share more if I was on my computer. So maybe it’s good I’m not emoticon
 I liked getting hand me down clothes, from my cousins ,especially the saddle shoes I had so wanted🤗

That was Back when...
Bottled milk was delivered and placed in the metal box on the porch - in summer ,a horse drawn cart would come by with fresh veggies and fruit, though we did have a vegetable garden .a fig and peach tree also. 😊


 



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I forgot about the milk delivery , and when visiting my Italian grandma horsedrawn vegies

That was so exciting to see emoticon

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My gram on moms side was Italian. 🙂

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Aren't (or weren't) they great.
I was sleeping with her on a family vacation
when she died. I had to wake the family.
I was 10 I think.

She even taught me Italian. But when she was gone , the family didn't speak it any more. I forgot it all.
But best nonna ever!

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I grew up on a farm. I loved my dad but he was not good with finances and as for the farm it was mostly for our own use after my grandfather passed. I was very young when he passed. I had 4 brothers, 2older, 2 younger. When I was old enough I helped my mother with chores and the boys had to help with the chores outside. As a baby I was allergic to milk, eggs, chocolate some I forget and had eczema, really bad after I was born, asthma and hayfever. Thank God I as I grew up the allergy attacks lessened but always there.

We always had healthy food to eat and peanut butter & jam sandwiches for school. We walked to school, played with the kids on our street and I learned to knit from a neighbour. Once old enough I would pick strawberries 5 cents a box. I would go through the seasons of picking string beans and potatoes. I babysat as I got a bit older, even did housework. We all enjoyed Christmas, getting our stockings very early in the am with an orange at the bottom and can't remember what else we got but nothing like my kids and kids today. I could go back to that life.

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Tough times never last but tough people do. – Robert H. Schiuller

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I grew up with 3 sisters and 4 brothers and my dad worked in the coal mines...it was hard work but he supported us the best he could. My Mom and Dad had a huge garden and my Mom would do a lot of canning and she made the best homemade bread.
I remember a christmas when I got a new pair of blue jeans and a shirt and I was so happy getting something new to wear....most of my clothes were hand-me-downs. It was hard times for my Mom and Dad but growing up in those times made me the person I am today.
Yep those were the good ole days!!!!

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