My grandmother lived through the depression, and sometimes she'd tell us stories when we were children, though not often.  These stories were never voluntary, per se, but usually in response to an innocent, childish question, such as, "Grandma, why do you buy so much bread?".  My grandmother also lived in a time where she knew what it was to be ( Read more... )

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