Greece rejected the "bailout" offer ... whatever that means ... I'm pretty ignorant about world affairs ... But I watched those people laughing and dancing in the streets when the voting was over, and I wondered how they could be so happy. The worst is yet to come and will be on their doorsteps within a few short days, unless some miracle saves them.
The GREAT DEPRESSION of our country occurred between 1929 and 1939. I was born in 1936 ... right smack in the middle.
The first four years of my life were spent in a sheep shed on the edge of a prairie. There were holes in my father's shoes. That's my only clear memory of those desperate times. Holes in my father's shoes. He walked long distances each day to do any kind of work for any kind of pay. Half-a-century later my brother and I would stand by his death bed and hear him ask forgiveness for stealing two chickens during that dark time. He promised God he only took them to feed his hungry children.
The banks are closed in Greece today. Money is all gone now. How will daddies feed their starving children? Will they steal chickens?
Of course they will.
Mamas will too.
Only once during my child-rearing days did I face an empty pantry and an empty purse at the same time. I was alone - and more than a little scared - with my three precious babies ... Carmen, 7, Karen, 5 and Honey, 3.
I could have asked my father for money. He'd have given me anything I needed, but I didn't want him to know I was needy.
So, I explained to my children that we might have to eat some strange meals for a few days until money arrived on the first of the month.
They found the idea quite entertaining and got busy figuring out a workable plan. Recipes were altered according to available ingredients. Such enthusiasm! Such fun! Those kids could have enjoyed poverty on a full-time basis.
My babies ... My wonderful babies ....
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