We have all seen it coming in our grocery bills. The price
of meat is astronomical and good Coffee out of sight.

I saw something that just haunted me yesterday. An estate sale was held in my neighborhood and yesterday I saw the owner out mowing. His hair was long and straggly and he
wore raggedly clothing. It was l09 and he looked so sad.
He has a sign up that says, For Sale or Rent. I will finance. Nobody is buying his single biggest asset and he
looks like a poor but proud guy whose is going to lose
everything.

It is horrible to be poor and without hope. I hate to keep
dragging up depression in the thirties when the maternal
side of my family was all living with my grandparents. We
ate out of the garden but if we were fortunate an old hen
had stopped laying eggs and we could afford meat on Sunday.


We craved meat so badly that I saw my mother cry when she
took a rabbit from the cat and gave the cat the entrals.
That is poor. I was saving for a charm curl home permanent
which was 25 cents and my mother made me buy panties
instead.

The squirrel, rabbit and deer population declined to almost
nothing. We were too poor to own a gun. Beans were a
constant of our daily life and so was poke salad. It was
hardly worth coming to the table. We had biscuits and
oatmeal and each other.

A man came to my door willing to spray pecans. I wanted to
give him the work but I didn't because of the utility bills.
Now, I wish I had. It hurts me to refuse anyone going
door to door to work. I know how humiliated my Dad felt
peddling garden produce. He wasn't a people person.

People grew up on chocolate gravy and biscuits. When they
could afford cocoa and sugar. It is like thin chocolate
pudding.

Get ready, we all see it coming and no politician can fix
the boondoggle.