A Cheap-skate’s Guide to Economic Dominion
Rev. Brian M. Abshire
Rev. Brian M. Abshire
Growing up in rural Maine in the 50’s was hard and I guess by modern standards we would be considered poor. Not dirt poor, mind you, we could afford the occasional rock (about the only thing our land would grow). But poor enough as my parents raised five kids in a two bedroom house with no indoor plumbing (ever try tackling a two-holer during a -40 degree below zero Maine winter? It’s not so bad, the chemical decomposition actually generates considerable heat, and the homemade methane has the most “interesting” aroma!). At least we never went hungry. For breakfast we’d be served up a big mess of uncooked beans. For lunch we’d get all the water we could drink. And for supper, we’d just let the beans swell! Sunday dinner however was finest kind! Dad would go to the smoke house and get a great big smoked ham, hang it over the table, and we’d all get to sop the shadow!