Rusty Driver
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Joined: Tue Apr 04, 2017 8:00 am
Re: Nail Man Strikes Again!
My Dad sold apples for a nickle also. He and my godfather were running buddy's as boys in Minneapolis in the 1920's and 1930's. Neither one had a father. I grew up on their stories of adventures and survival.
They caught pigeons under the bridges (squab?) and sold them to the butcher shop. They collected any bottle they could find to sell to the bootleggers, rags to the ragman, scrap metal of any kind.
He was frugal to his dying day and he passed some of it on to his offspring. It still gives me a thrill of satisfaction to be able to fix or build something with material I have ratholed over the years without going to town and opening my wallet.
I hate our "use it up and throw it away" lifestyle.
They caught pigeons under the bridges (squab?) and sold them to the butcher shop. They collected any bottle they could find to sell to the bootleggers, rags to the ragman, scrap metal of any kind.
He was frugal to his dying day and he passed some of it on to his offspring. It still gives me a thrill of satisfaction to be able to fix or build something with material I have ratholed over the years without going to town and opening my wallet.
I hate our "use it up and throw it away" lifestyle.