I think we “kids” are missing a golden opportunity, to re-tell the stories of our youth, as told to us or remembered by us, from our grandparents and relatives that lived through not only the depression but WW2 etc..... Many things my grandparents did not tell me...but there are enumerable things that I asked about, that were answered by either a gentle hug, or a twinkle in the eye of my grandfather.......FOR INSTANCE.....when my dad was a kid, he and his brothers and sisters would get the left over crepe paper from the drug store, when they changed their displays....the kids took the paper and colored sand in various colors and layered them in jars as “art” and sold them if they could...........FORWARD 70 years....my dad taught my sons how to color sand and make layered sand in jars ...Life was not easier then by any means,...but it SEEMS as if it was simpler....in that FAMILY and creating your own memories came first. Ya think we can ever get that back?
my mama was born in 1920 and is still alive and kicking
oh...the stories she has told me...
i have tried my best to pass them along to my kids and grandkids
There are pockets of it remaining, but 90% it is gone, as the generations scatter, die-off, find other interests. It’s truly part of Americana - who and what we are. But it’s slowly, sadly becoming extinct.