Hard times

Stella here.
I'm startin' t' think that God's just pulled up this big ol' gray blanket over Maine, tucked it in good, an' ain't gonna take it off no-how. Jeez, I'm tired o' fog an' rain!
Even them couple o' nice days weren't enough.

Good thing I got one o' them big wooden clothes dryin' racks. Even when it's this wet out I hate usin' th' dryer.
I just wait till things is near dry on th' rack, then pop 'em in th' dryer f'r a minute an' they soften up nice. Saves some on electric, I tell ya.

With th' economy bein' tight as it is, we just keep doin' what we've always done.
Me an' Harvey's never been ones t' throw money around (assunin' we had any t' throw). We've always lived pretty savin' anyways, so it don't make a whole lot o' difference in how we make do when things tighten up like they are now.

I worry, though, about a lot o' these younger folks who don't know nothin' 'bout how t' e-conomize. They're learnin', I guess. Tough times sometimes ain't all bad... folks get t' dependin' more on one another when times is tough. Still, it's kinda a slap in th' face f'r some of 'em, havin' grown up thinkin' they had th' world by th' tail... till it turns around an' bites 'em on th' be-hind.

Harvey an' me always got by, though. An' th' girls turned out OK, not havin' ever'thing handed to 'em on a platter.
Some o' those "Life th' way Maine used t' be" stories that Pat G tells make a point o' tellin' about some o' th' tough times. Those times wasn't exactly fun, but folks might benefit from hearin' about 'em. Leastways, they might realize y' c'n make it through stuff like that if y' just stick t'gether.

Last night I was readin' a book by that Carolyn Keene, who wrote th' Nancy Drew mysteries. This one was 1930 an' 'twas a " Dana Girls" mystery story. I picked it up at th' library book sale on Friday. Them Dana girls was helpin' a friend recover a pile o' stolen jewels an' find her lost brother besides. I expect folks liked readin' about such things durin' th' depression... windfalls an' lost treasures an' such.

Well, speakin' o' such things, I better get goin'. Got mendin' t' do.
Thought I'd found a ruby in Harvey's shirt pocket th' other day, but 'twas only a half-chewed cherry cough drop. So much f'r fantasy!
:-)
Love,
Stella