I remember when gas was .19 cents a gallon during gas wars.
Red diesel was the only diesel there was.
We owned both International and John Deere tractors and it wasn't that big of a deal.
We never thought twice about running trot lines and bush hooks and then giving away the stringers of fish to needy families.
I remember my grandmother pitching a fit when two little girls, daughters of my aunts farm help, hadn't had a bath or a hot meal or clean clothes to wear. Lost most of my cut off jeans and T-shirts over that. Them girls had hot meals and I got P/B and jelly for the next week to teach me a lesson. Had she done that now a days, who knows what child care service would have showed up wanting to take her to jail. Mind you, I would have paid to see their attempt, grandma would have shot them.
Killing chickens on saturday, so we could have fried chicken after church on Sunday.
Dinner on the ground after church homecoming. Enough food to feed 2000 folks, only about 300 ever showed up. One tub full of sweet iced tea, the other tub full of grape koolaid.
When a mans word and handshake really meant something.