A favorite story told by my mother involved my step-dad, Maurice Korte. They both lived and experienced the Great Depression of the 1930's.
When it came to saving things and not throwing much away, Maurice was probably no different than a lot of men from that era. On one occasion, after they had a new storm door installed at their front entrance, the installer asked if they wanted them to dispose of the old door. Maurice said that he would keep it and dis-assembled it right down to every screw and washer.
On another day, Maurice indicated he was driving to Marshalltown from their home in Melbourne to buy a particular "nut or bolt" that he needed for a project. She asked him why he didn't use some of the items saved in various coffee cans.
That was where the problem came about. Maurice was very good in saving things, but, he didn't mark on the coffee cans what was inside of them. And, there were dozens and dozens of cans lined up along a shelving unit that ran along the top of the walls in their garage. I'll never know what became of all the those unmarked "cans!"
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