Cynthia McFadden | 10/08/2008 12:00 am
Cynthia McFadden's 'Just-in-Case' Food Supply
My parents both lived through the Depression. While I wasn’t born until the late ’50s, that legacy was alive and well in our house in Auburn, ME. As a child I thought "The Depression" was located in our basement. It was certainly dark and "depressing" down there and my parents kept enough canned goods in that dank place to permit months of chowing down on creamed corn and green beans. I confess to thinking that not eating might be a better option, although those thoughts were fueled by a full belly. It was the "just in case" food supply, also fueled by a vibrant "duck and cover" arms race.
My parents, I realize, talked about the Depression a lot. My father’s father owned a tiny corner grocery store, "McFadden’s Market," in those days and my father was proud that his father, Charlie McFadden, was well-known for "trading" with his neighbors. Shoes for food. Sweaters for food. Milk for meat. That kind of thing. He also extended credit — lots and lots of credit — to his neighbors who needed to feed their families. Needless to say, grandfather was never paid back for most of what he lent and ultimately lost the store. I wonder if that is part of the reason my father refused to borrow money. His philosophy was, "If I can’t afford to pay cash, I can’t afford to buy it." He never owned a credit card until the 1980s when a car-rental company refused to rent him a car without one. I don’t think he ever used it but that once.

























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