My Patriarchal blessing told me that I would become a frugal and competent household manager. Some think I am cheap but to understand why I can’t see anything go to waste, you need to know of my childhood.
In 1931 Grandpa Lake had several hundred acres and the combine he had, was pulled by twenty-four head of horses. When Grandpa harvested the wheat, it was worth $.30 a bushel delivered in Newdale, No trucks every thing was hauled by wagon pulled by horses. That was a long haul from the Elbow of Moody. Grandpa said the grain wasn’t worth cutting and hauling so he just cut the best patches and the largest part of the wheat was left uncut. Max remembered big sacks of wheat dumped off in the field. Both grandpa Lake and Grandpa Atkinson quit dry farming at this time.
In 1945 and 1970 wheat was $2.00 a bushel and 2012 it is between $6.00 and $7.00.
The Suttons had a bunch of pigs they were fattening, planning on using the money from selling them to pay the mortgage. They couldn’t sell them. No one had any money and they couldn’t keep feeding them. They drove then up the lug way and run them off the steep cliff to their death.
Lillis said he would never mortgage the farm again. The collector would come and hound them and scare them that they would take the farm away from them. They had no money and no way to get any..
At this time you could charge your groceries and then pay, when you got your pay check. Imagine the embarrassment of being sent to the store for something and the owner of the store telling you. our family couldn’t charge any more, until we paid our bill.
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