Paper Bags
I was born at the tail end of the baby boomers. It has been an odd place to be because I was not part of the rock and roll era and too young for the Vietnam era. My parents were in their forties when I was born so the generation gap was wider than for most kids. I grew up with my sisters twisting away and hearing stories of how rough the depression was for my parents. My mother would talk about the depression whenever it came time to throw anything away. She was always concerned that there would be a use for an item once we got rid of it. She saved many things, but the worse was paper bags. She had stacks of them in her basement. She would keep the paper bags in the broom closet. She would open one of the paper bags and put others inside until the sack was full.
