Vadna, speaking of potatoes, my Dad was so frugal that when my Mom peeled potatoes, he fussed that she was peeling the peelings too thick and by so doing, was wasting potatoes...when we were kids, (even small ones)Dad would gather up the whole family and we would go into the hills to pick huckleberries..he made us wrap our legs with old rags and put turpentine on the rags to keep away rattlesnakes..we would pick about half of a day, and when we came home, we emptied the berries into a no. 2 washtub and it would be running over with berries..those hucklebrries grew on bushes so high, we would have to pull them down to pick them..Big, black, and sweet as could be. My dad had a "last and stand" for mending shoes and he half-soled all our shoes.he would not let us sharpen our pencils in the sharpener at school, said it ground them all away, so every day he would sharpen them with his pocket knife..we would pick up empty tin cans and stomp our shoes in the center of them and then take a rock and beat them over the soles and walk, sounding like horses walking until the cans dropped off our shoes. (Dad would have killed us) always got a new pair of "long johns" underwear in winter with the "trap-door" in the rear..my Mom &Dad both chewed Browns Mule tobacco and when they ran out, they borrowed from one another..Once I was butted by our old cow and started crying..Mom ran out and grabbed me up and took me in the house and kised me SMACK DAB in the mouth with a chew in her mouth..that was my first experience with tobacco! My Mom fell dead while taking biscuits out of the stove in 1941...it was really hard to eat those biscuits, but we were raised poor and it was eat them or go hungry...I was 14 years old at that time.. We used to make our own sling-shots from the forks of laurel bushes and old red rubber inner-tubes..we would go up on the steep hill behind our house and shoot down the other boys kites that were flying up there (while the boys were down in the valley)..we would "Gravel" for fish in Powell River (feel under big rocks with our hands and catch them)..... More later, Ole Paul the wages of sin is death..repent before payday