Wealthy Beyond Measure

Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor.

~Benjamin Franklin

Poor and content is rich and rich enough.

~William Shakespeare

 

Growing up, I never thought of myself as poor. Why would I?

We always had plenty to eat, as my mother was a diligent (albeit reluctant) gardener. Even though she claimed she had a “black thumb”, fresh vegetables graced our table in the warm months. Canned and frozen veggies sustained us in the winter. Apples, peaches, black cherries, strawberries, and raspberries were ripe for the picking.

Milk straight from the cow filled our bellies. Have rod, will fish: Trout and bass were regular staples. I even chowed down a crawfish or two. When we weren’t eating what we caught, we sometimes enjoyed venison my father bagged. (Gotta love deer bologna!) Once, we even made sausage from a butchered pig. (I think I was about ten years old at the time.)

My mama always made sure that we had clean, neat clothing. She adjusted hems up and down and patched various holes with care. Prior to the beginning of a new school year, my parents would buy each of us some shirts, a few pairs of pants/skirts, a couple of dresses, and a pair of new shoes. Hand-me-downs were staples of our wardrobes. (Granted, at the time, we could all truthfully claim that our mama dressed us funny… I mean, really, have you SEEN the clothes from the ’70s?  Yikes!)

At Christmastime, we would receive new underwear… the special kind with the days of the week embroidered on them. (Forgot what day it was? Just check your panties—awkward in public places but effective!  Heck, even my mama loved them, because, as every good mother knows, clean undies are next to godliness.) New socks and jammies were regular Christmas gifts too. Granted, we rarely received many other presents, although my parents always made sure I received a used book or two (some with covers, some without… it didn’t matter—they read the same to me!) And my beloved grandma always made sure to mail each of us a new toy or two every year.

So we didn’t own the latest doodads or dress in haute couture… Who cared?!  As long as we had our beat-up banana seat bikes to ride and trees to climb and ropes to jump and creeks to swim, what more could we ask for? As long as we had a mama to kiss us goodnight and a daddy to carry us on his shoulders, we felt like princesses. We were fed, clothed, and loved… As far as I was concerned, I was rich beyond belief.

 

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6 thoughts on “Wealthy Beyond Measure

  1. I feel your pain, Gary. For so long, it seemed that all of my classmates were getting brand spankin’ new banana seat bicycles. Some of the kids even had streamers, baskets, and bells. When I finally got my own bike, it was a slightly dinged, slightly rusty, second-hand find. Although it wasn’t as flashy as everyone else’s ride, it did have a cool seat! 🙂

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  2. Hey KTC – your story took me back to the 70s – when I was one of the few without a banana seat stingray bike. My parents knew I had an on-going battle with most bikes. Great memories!

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  3. Thank you so much, Ann Marie. Maybe it is the passage of time that has softened the harsh light of reality, but I do look back on my childhood with fondness. Life was good.

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  4. Your summertime memories are priceless, a rare treasure indeed. Thank you for sharing; I love your sweet childhood memories!

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  5. On Tuesday, December 1, 2015 at 3:40 a.m., I received the following email from a wonderful lady whom I truly respect and like.

    Here is what she said about this post:


    …I just love your description of your childhood and the warmth and tenderness of your family. What special memories you have of the life and relationships that nurtured you in your childhood and now sustain and nourish you as you raise your own family.….


    Aren’t you a doll, Evie? Thank you!

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