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The 1950s had their ups and downs for most of us. Much of this is familiar to me.
Canning: Unfortunately, my mother had no sense of too much of a good thing. She canned our peach tree's entire crop for a year or two. One jar of peaches a month till the next season is great. No one, including mom wants a jar a week! Mother hated throwing away old food, even when it had gone moldy. Mother stopped using canned peaches altogether, and we had the remainder sitting on the shelf in the basement for far too long. My father got disgusted took them all down and, with we kids help, took them into the woods. There he instructed us to not just dump the jars, but break them so mother couldn't use them again. Mother blew her stack, but the rest of us felt much safer.
Oatmeal: I'm not positive, but I suspect mother always put oatmeal in her meatloaf. I didn't like meatloaf period, but others said hers was good. I would certainly agree that it was better than the meatloaf we got at school which tasted exactly like the way the canned dog food we gave our cocker spaniel smelled!
My mother had a sowing machine, enthusiastically made repairs with it, but rarely made anything new on it.
I got hand-me-downs from my brother, and I remember my mother boxing up my outgrown clothes to send to my younger cousins.
I didn't care for jeans as much as my older brother and sister did. But the ones I had, did get patches.
My mother experimented with powdered milk. But everyone in the family including her thought it was disgusting. We got powdered potatoes at school. Though I got used to them, they tasted like a mixture of potatoes and paper paste. Today's dehydrated potatoes are far superior and taste fine to me.
Saving bread bags must have been from the 1960s, because in the 1950s breads didn't come in bags, but was wrapped in a different kind of plastic film with the ends glued together with paper labels. We were well enough off by the time bread came in bags that my mother never saved them. She did occasionally, not always, save aluminum foil.
Green stamps: my mother saved them, and I know she did occasionally redeem them, but I don't know anything she got with them.
Left overs: My mother admitted when I was an adult that she hated left overs. That explained why left overs never got used when we were away in school for the day.
Soap scraps: I still press damp soap slivers into fresh bars to use them up!
Canning: Unfortunately, my mother had no sense of too much of a good thing. She canned our peach tree's entire crop for a year or two. One jar of peaches a month till the next season is great. No one, including mom wants a jar a week! Mother hated throwing away old food, even when it had gone moldy. Mother stopped using canned peaches altogether, and we had the remainder sitting on the shelf in the basement for far too long. My father got disgusted took them all down and, with we kids help, took them into the woods. There he instructed us to not just dump the jars, but break them so mother couldn't use them again. Mother blew her stack, but the rest of us felt much safer.
Oatmeal: I'm not positive, but I suspect mother always put oatmeal in her meatloaf. I didn't like meatloaf period, but others said hers was good. I would certainly agree that it was better than the meatloaf we got at school which tasted exactly like the way the canned dog food we gave our cocker spaniel smelled!
My mother had a sowing machine, enthusiastically made repairs with it, but rarely made anything new on it.
I got hand-me-downs from my brother, and I remember my mother boxing up my outgrown clothes to send to my younger cousins.
I didn't care for jeans as much as my older brother and sister did. But the ones I had, did get patches.
My mother experimented with powdered milk. But everyone in the family including her thought it was disgusting. We got powdered potatoes at school. Though I got used to them, they tasted like a mixture of potatoes and paper paste. Today's dehydrated potatoes are far superior and taste fine to me.
Saving bread bags must have been from the 1960s, because in the 1950s breads didn't come in bags, but was wrapped in a different kind of plastic film with the ends glued together with paper labels. We were well enough off by the time bread came in bags that my mother never saved them. She did occasionally, not always, save aluminum foil.
Green stamps: my mother saved them, and I know she did occasionally redeem them, but I don't know anything she got with them.
Left overs: My mother admitted when I was an adult that she hated left overs. That explained why left overs never got used when we were away in school for the day.
Soap scraps: I still press damp soap slivers into fresh bars to use them up!
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