Depression-era food...

A little past the Depression but I had numerous dresses made from the sacks that chicken feed came in. My older sisters got the flour sack ones back in the 30's. Quilts were made with the scraps.

The mention of the paper plate crisis, my mother did reuse them.
And plastic bags of any kind were washed and reused until her dying day.
Darned socks, mended underwear, turned and mended sheets were the norm.
Even tho I wasn't born until after WW2 in many ways I had a depression era upbringing.
When cleaning out my parents' garage, I not only found balls of string of various strengths, I found one fairly large cardboard box labeled "String Too Short to Save."
 
The titles of the cookbooks I mentioned in an earlier is:
Stories & Recipes of the Great Depression of the 1930's by Rita Van Amber. There is a series of 3 but the 1st one is the best.

Another thing my Mother did all of her life was save newspapers, magazines, and brown groceries bags. Why? not really sure but when us girls cleared the farmhouse 10 years ago we filled the county recycling dumpster.

And Christmas wrapping paper and ribbon! I was never allowed to rip open my presents. The pretty paper was carefully folded and saved for the next year.

My parents had it better than many because the farm was debt free. And electricity arrived in the late 1930's. The first thing my Mother insisted on was a real refrigerator. That same fridge was still working in 2009! Can you imagine one lasting for 70 years now? The latch on it broke around 1970 so it was kept closed by a chair for its remaining years.

Frugal was my Mother's middle name with a couple of exceptions during my time growing up (the 50's). We always had the best leather shoes that money could buy.
And traveling to see my older sisters as they married and moved and had families. By the time I was 12 I had been in 15 states plus Cuba & Panama.
 
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My parents were kids during the depression. When we were kids in the 50's and 60's, a couple times a month we had boiled cabbage, bean soup, and pork sausage for dinner.

I think my parents ate so much boiled cabbage and bean soup as kids they actually liked it.
 
Some of those are still comfort foods, like cornbread in milk.

In the early 1970's my pastor, who had grown up during the depression, had the tradition of having soup and popcorn after Sunday evening service. This is what his family did when he was growing up. It was an honor to be invited to their house to participate in this feast, one that I was privileged to join several times.
 
I have eaten cabbage my entire life and still love it!
Down South it was mostly overcooked with Salt Pork.
I now steam it undercooked.
Cut the cabbage in bite sizes, put in bowl with salt and small amount of water.
Cover with plastic wrap.
Turn upside down over sink and shake.
You want to wet all the cabbage.
Microwave for 2-3 minutes.
Enjoy!
 
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My parents were born mid 40's, me in 68 and Dad had a good job. Love me some boiled cabbage with a bit of ham as well as grits and eggs (over well). I have a 25 YO nephew who likes a tomatoe samich but I don't know where he came up with it. Had snapping turtle stew once when I was 8 or so, Dad and his cousin picked up a nice sized one from the road side and brought it home. I remember I really liked it. Fried Bologna, o yea.
 
My wife’s grandparents had a small grocery store in a tiny coal mining and farming town outside of Pittsburgh.

Not much money.
But they had food and felt fortunate

My wife’s grandmother would sometimes nurse the babies of women whose milk went dry.

She was healthy of body and mind into her early 90’s. A good woman.
 
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The frugality of most of those who lived through the Great Depression is absolutely true. My parents were very frugal, and saved most everything that could possibly be used in the future. Nor did they ever buy anything much beyond necessities. If they could do without something they didn't buy it, long after there was no further need to practice such thrift. What I remember the most was my father's attitude toward debt. To him getting into debt was a mortal sin and the pathway to hell and destruction. If he couldn't pay cash (actual greenbacks) for something he wanted, then he wouldn't buy it. His teachings rubbed off on me. As a result I am probably one of a small minority of Americans who never got into debt of any kind - no home mortgage, no car payments, no bank loans, etc. I do have credit cards but strictly as a convenience. They get paid off every month. My wife came from a very poor family who also did without for all of her childhood, so she well understands thrift also. A good thing we are singing the same tune.
 
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Don’t know if this was a Pennsylvania Dutch thing, or a Depression era set of meals? As a kid we would congregate at my grandmothers house for these and I couldn’t stand either one,,,, Corn Pie and Cabbage Pie! :rolleyes: She would bake both and the family would gather at her house to eat.
My grandmother won an award for her Cabbage Pie.
As a kid growing up in the 50’s and 60’s we did eat a lot of the items mentioned though. ;)
 
This thread reminds me of a funny story my late father used to love to tell. It was the mid 50's, discharged from the Air Force at Shaw AFB, married my born and bred South Carolina farm girl mother and took her north. End of the week he was able to buy a steak for dinner. He was relaxing in the living room and smelled something strange, walked in the kitchen and found her cooking it the only way she knew how to cook anything, rolled in flour and deep fried in Crisco. Anyway, I haven't seen any of the southern boys here mention my all time favorite treat dinner when we were kids staying with my grand mother in SC...watermelon and biscuits...melt in your mouth good. She would send us out to pick any melon we wanted while she made a pan of biscuits...a delicious combination, we used to beg her for it.
 
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My wife’s grandmother would sometimes nurse the babies of women whose milk went dry.
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From what I understand talking with my depression era parents (now deceased), a "wet nurse" was a pretty common thing in the 30's and 40's.

I think if you told today's millennial that someone else was going to nurse their baby, they might have a stroke.
 
Thanks for the trip down memories lane. My Dad used to make ham hocks and beans and serve it over toast, rice, or mashed potato pancakes.

Today, I made another of his favorites for dinner. Fried green cabbage which dad's mother made with lard. My mom and her mother fried it in bacon fat with or without more bacon. I like to make my version in butter and add Jimmy Dean's Original Breakfast Sausage.

Sweet onion sandwiches or a tomato sandwich (sometimes with bacon) were often found on our plates growing up in the late 40's early 50's.
 
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