2026-09-23 22:59 UTC
I've heard of the stories from my mom when grandma lived through the depression. They got a ration box every week with supplies, she would trade the carton of cigs with the neighbors for the baking supplies. Would share some of the cookies with them. Her husband had work in construction and make a dollar a day, that was considered good money for the time. Lucked out and avoided getting drafted in world zog war 2 he was about 40 at that time. Real passion was farming and had a lot of veggies growing, chickens, rabbits.. people cant take care of themselves anymore
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@nice-nigger@nicecrew.digital 2026-09-23 23:00
WHUH YOU MEAN YOU AINT NIGGA YOU SOME BITCH MADE NIGGA? :angry_stuffed_octopus:
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@CobaltSasquatch@nicecrew.digital 2026-09-23 23:08
We complain today but not a whole lot of people experience stuff like that. When my Grandpa was a kid he was a bike messenger. There was a granite quarry in the town he grew up in and his job was to use a bicycle and relay the messages from the foreman down to the guys at the bottom of the quarry. He rode a bike carrying paperwork for 10-12 hours a day inside an active quarry for 20 cent an hour at 10 years old. I can hear OSHA screaming even thinking about that now