Reply #15: my dad remembers, my mother not so much. [View All]

My mother's family owned property and rather than evict tenets, my grandfather 'employed' them as gardeners, housekeepers, cooks - whatever he could think of to keep the property occupied.

My dad's family was not that fortunate. His father was a house painter - not a skill in demand during lean times. My dad always insisted we all eat a slice of bread during meals (there was always a slice sitting on our plates when we sat down) sorry but a slice of wonder bread wasn't appealing to me even @ 8. I asked my mother once why the bread dictate. She said during the depression, my dad's mother gave the kids bread to eat before dinner so the little food they had would go farther.

I still don't eat bread, unless I bake it and rolls in a basket at restaurants go untouched by me. Funny how those things carry over from one generation to the next.