The Old Folks Home

"Alpha"? That's a new one on me. Why call these young 'uns Alphas? Guess this solid Boomer (1953) should ask her Millennial kids... :confused:
The new generation's name is not set yet. They are often in flux at first.
 
What do you find at the Amish market?

The "traveling Shipshewana" came to Grand Rapids many years ago. We went and I was VERY disappointed. I was thinking it would be hand made furniture, home made / grown foods... It was cheap CRAP. Stuff like CHEAP acrylic yarn, plastic toys, stuff made in China. I didn't see one single thing I couldn't find of better quality in a local store.
 
My Mom would say I am a hoarder, not a saver. (looks at tower of computer towers).

I love thrift stores.
Remember: The only difference between a hoarder and a collector is organization!

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Both of my parents were Depression-era kids. Mom's mother was a true Victorian, so there was that in the mix. To say my folks were frugal is an understatement as even when they'd "made it" they were extremely cost conscious. Cannot recall that they ever threw anything away, which was evidenced when I was tasked with doing inventorying after they passed. The estate sale was like a time capsule experience with several items pre-dating the Civil War. Even a collection of gold teeth. I still use some of the antique garden tools.
I will never again eat generic anything as long as I live.
 
The Princess made many of the kids' clothes and most of her maternity clothes. We heard of/found a lady who sold maternity clothes and purchased 3 dresses as I remember very reasonably. Weird the things that you remember.
My mother made most of my church, school, and play clothes. She was a wonderful seamstress, and the clothes were nice, BUT she was color blind. We got into more arguments, because she simply couldn't distinguish, and coordinate colors. Dad didn't want to hurt her feelings, so unless her combinations were garish, he wouldn't get involved. She took it as a challenge for dominance if I even suggested a different color trim, or material pattern. A child had to know their place.

I was about 11, when one day mom, me, both of her sisters, and their daughters went to a fabric store. My cousins began picking out the trim for the outfits my Aunts were going to make for them. My mother was shocked, and mentioned to her sisters that as adults, they were to pick those items out. Children should never be in charge of things like that. They both looked at her with amazement, and let her know they were color blind. Their daughters were not color blind, therefore did a better job at picking trim colors. Mom blinked hard, and tried to hush them up about being color blind, like it was some dark secret to be kept hidden. They laughed at her, and carried on like it was nothing. It took awhile for it to sink in, but the next time we went to the fabric store, for the first time, she let me pick the trim for my outfits, BUT I was not to mention anything about her being color blind.
 
Remember: The only difference between a hoarder and a collector is organization!

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Both of my parents were Depression-era kids. Mom's mother was a true Victorian, so there was that in the mix. To say my folks were frugal is an understatement as even when they'd "made it" they were extremely cost conscious. Cannot recall that they ever threw anything away, which was evidenced when I was tasked with doing inventorying after they passed. The estate sale was like a time capsule experience with several items pre-dating the Civil War. Even a collection of gold teeth. I still use some of the antique garden tools.
I will never again eat generic anything as long as I live.
How much of that stuff did you keep? Reading about stuff like this from people who are older is interesting.
 

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