Several years ago, for a short time, Frank and I lived in the house my grandfather was born in. Only one of his siblings remained, but she had fallen and broken her hip and was then living with her daughter. The house remained, just as she left it.
Alone, at her age, she had not been able to maintain the house and farm as she once had. Frank and I, living there, began to clean, clear and organize.
In sorting through the spare bedroom (which had become a storage room of sorts) I found an entire box of elastic bands cut from little boys’ underwear. In another box, I found a collection of dry-rotted thread pieces.
At first, I was confused. Then, I remembered. Elvie, my Great Aunt, had survived The Great Depression….
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