Huh, I remember my mom always yelling about kids starving in Ethiopia. I hated eating meals though and usually refused to eat what was put in the table , so it must have been frustrating to her lol.
You’re kidding, right? I was raised in Ethiopia! Whenever we did anything good, our mother would yell at us, “Oh, Mr. Goodie Two-Shoes, who do you think you are, some affluent kid in the US?”
I came back by today, getting a notice someone had posted in the thread - - and I saw your did remove your comment about my not remembering "remember -- just like you and Jaimie said you would, ha. ;)
This post was edited by WelbyQuentin at March 16, 2020 9:56 PM MDT
During and after World War II, food shortages and starvation were rampant all over the places ravaged by combat. Even though some of the fighting took place on the African continent, the percentage of the land mass damaged by war was far less there than it was in Europe. While other parts of the world were involved, the US had more Allied countries centrally located in Europe than in other areas, so its consciousness was more in the forefront than other places. The parents and grandparents who had experienced both the Great Depression and world war during their lifetimes in turn passed along to their children and grandchildren the messages learned therein, one of which referred to hunger in Europe.
Yes....I am a very picky eater. I heard that all the time. I got grounded once. I told them "They should box up my left overs and mail it to them." That did not go well at all. :(
I would have loved that if we had a dog they just fed my food too. They never did force me to eat anything though, so it wasn’t that bad....My parents were young when they had me, but they were both very keen to keep me aware of my privilege And keep me aware of those less fortunate.
Every summer my dad had me go volunteer at a Shriners club event that was held for burn victim children. It was a fishing derby in the spring they put on for the kids at a local hotel in the spring. They would fill the pool at the hotel with fish and the kids would go fishing in the pool. My job was to put condiments on hotdogs at the bbq lol.
Also when I made my Christmas list I had to pick two things off my list that instead of have my parents buy for me they would buy for a child in need. I got wise to the whole scheme and started adding on two extra things I didn’t really want. ... I’m in a rambly mood but that just made me remember my that my dad was pretty great:)
Up until the end of the Second World War, it was mutual (at least the Freemasons did not permit Catholics to join). Although this restriction was later relaxed, the distrust between the two still persists in some places.
I was involved with one of the Masons teenage girls group. I know they were allowing Catholics. Belief in God of the Bible was the main requirement. Of course this was 1980s decades after WWII.
My opera maestro was a Freemason, kept on suggesting that I should join. I didn't, my mother would have been mortified. She was straitlaced and a socially conservative RC - politically liberal but religion was one thing she was inflexible about. She did understand when I quit the Catholic church and why, even if she disagreed with my decision.
When she was sober she cooked excellent healthy food, usually for a couple of weeks steady. I never ate too much and so always had a good appetite for the next meal.
When she was drunk, the food would eventually run out in the fridge and the pantry. My sister and I would go hungry for three or four days.
When she sobered up, she'd go shopping and replenish the supplies. She was very wobbly for the first few hours out of bed and took a few days to be back to "normal" or functional.
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