“A Lady asks: “How much do you sell your eggs for?”The old vendor replies “0.50 ยข an egg, madam” .The Lady says, I’ll take 6 eggs for $2.50 or I’m leaving. The old salesman replies Buy them at the price you want, Madam. This is a good start for me because I haven’t sold a single egg today and I need this to live. She bought her eggs at a bargain price and left with the feeling that she had won. She got into her fancy car and went to a fancy restaurant with her friend. She and her friend ordered what they wanted. They ate a little and left a lot of what they had asked for. So they paid the bill, which was $150. The ladies gave $200 and told the fancy restaurant owner to keep the change as a tip…
This story might seem quite normal to the owner of the fancy restaurant, but very unfair to the egg seller…
The question it raises is:
๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฎ?
๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป’๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐?
I once read this somewhere ,that a father used to buy goods from poor people at high prices, even though he didn’t need the things. Sometimes he paid more for them. I was amazed. One day I asked him “why are you doing this dad?” Then my father replied: “It’s charity wrapped in dignity, son.”
I know that most of you will not share this message, but if you are one of the people who have taken the time to read this far…
Then this message of attempted “humanisation” will have gone one step further… in the right direction…”
Going through the posts on my Facebook home page and I found this story. It seems like a good thing to share these days as we head into what looks like the beginning of another depression that will be worse than the one in 1929. My mother lived through that and it colored her life for all times. She constantly referred to the hard times they had with my grandparents losing their farm and raising 12 children through it all.
I had trouble imagining how it would feel until last week when I went to Walmart. It was the first time I have been there for a couple of years and I couldn’t believe the prices. Living in Assisted Living facilities has made me take everything for granted I suppose. Most of my needs are taken care of without my having to go out and shop for anything. But there were a few things I wanted to pick up at Walmart and I had a gift card that would have covered everything on my list a few years ago. This trip though only covered less than half the items on that list. The fabric I once bought for a couple of dollars has tripled and quadrupled in price, groceries are out of sight, making me realize the food they serve here comes at a very great price for this many people.
Still, I bought a package of my favorite Buffalo wings for a midnight snack on the nights I wanted something later. The quality has decreased while the price has increased since I moved into this place. It was good, but still disappointing to get only 2 meals from what used to be enough for a week.
And on this day we remember the twin towers and the beginning of this end to our world as we have known it. The bombing opened up a new era in this country that has been largely unknown to us all. We have been involved in wars for all of our history, with only 27 years total peace in our 253 year history. Sad comment there. Only 27 years of peace in 253 years. But during that time very few of those wars have taken place in this country, giving me a false sense of security. The world is shrinking now and our country is losing ground. We are now a third world country even while trying to act as the world’s most prosperous place. But is there a country that really is prosperous? I am too tired to do the research into that, but in this country the well to do are ruling the lives of us all — or at least trying to. They buy the public offices, own everything we all need and control the prices of it all.
I have heard people blame the farmer for the price of groceries. Having spent 30 years as a farm wife I can tell you the average family farmer has been left out of it all by the corporate farms. Prices are set so the family farmer can no longer afford to raise the same crops we once did. The story I put at the top of this post illustrates this well.
When I was young my mother raised chickens and we always had a cow for milk and the eggs. Mother would save the money she got from selling the excess eggs, butter and cream for our Christmas gifts. We never got much but it was enough. We ate well, since the cow was bred every year and the calf eventually sent to be butchered for our meat. We raised a large garden and mother would can everything she could find for our vegetables during the next year. We kids would pick blackberries, strawberries, apples, peaches and plums for jam, jelly and some to freeze for desserts. Dad also raised a pig for pork meals, and some of the chickens were put in the freezer as well. I would hear kids at school talking about having steak for dinner and wonder what the appeal was. Steak was just another meal for us, as were pork chops, ham, beef roasts and ribs. They have a different meaning for me now since I am no longer on the farm, but in those days and to this day for me, chicken is the meat of choice. The chickens were for best meals, since they were less available. At one time chicken was the least expensive meat, and possibly still is, but for us it was the steak we tired of soonest. I miss those days now, knowing how special a good steak is. At the same time I never order a steak in a restaurant because of the availability when I was young.
None of this is making much sense to me right now. It is late in the evening and I am getting tired, but just felt as if I had to write all of this down while I still think of it. While we were never well off we had more than many of our friends and even our family. None of us realized that at the time. We just knew life was good, we never went to bed hungry, mother made our clothes from the feed sacks the chicken and cow feed that were delivered each month, and since everyone else did the same no one was set up as wealthy back then. Some had more and some had less but we had what was needed in the love of family and the friendships we made in school. With this in mind I am going to attempt to add some photos, and then drift off to sleep.