From Naval Air Cowman

 “January 25 was my Grandpa Wilbur's birthday, and he'd have been 102 this year. He was a hell of a guy, one who had in his early teens hitched on down to Texas to pick grapefruit. It was the depression, and everything wasn't exactly like Steinbeck said. According to what Wilbur said, you could sit around moaning and making up stories about how bad you had it or you could get stuck in and work for pay. When he returned to the ranch after picking season he was riding a new Indian motorcycle and had enough cash to start buying land and farming. Years later in the 1960's we were eating lunch in the local diner. I'd finished my burger but left the potato chips and pickles on the plate. Grandpa cleaned them up, making pickle and chip sandwiches. He was teaching by demonstration. I asked him how he could eat something so yucky, and he shared the concept of being hungry. Being hungry was a condition I'd never experienced and couldn't really understand. It was a good lesson and a good teaching method. Grandpa Wilbur was one hell of a man and a great mentor to me. Many years after his passing I found myself teaching my Dad hands-on ranch labor techniques that Grandpa Wilbur had taught me. In that way, long after his death, Grandpa taught me lessons about human nature and the relationship between dads and sons and grandsons. There's a lot of neat stuff to learn in the process of livin'.

https://prairieadventure.blogspot.com/2015/01/corpsman-chronicles-ii-circles-and.html

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(I never left anything on the hamburger plate, until the last year or two. There are just too many French fries. For a while, I would keep the not eaten fries until next morning, when I would crispy them up real good in the oven and fry two eggs over easy. Crispied up fries and eggs go well together. My parents were 9 and 8 years old when the Depression started, 21 and 20 when the war began. I don’t waste things. My daughter said, “You are a child of children of the depression.” Yep. – Sgt Bob)