originally posted May 27, 2017
Way back, when I was dirt poor and living in a broken car under a bridge I made things to sell to earn the money for food. The kids had this nasty habit of wanting to eat three times a day and it was my job to provide them with something. I still am amazed that I managed to keep them healthy for a couple of years while we lived in such unimaginable poverty.
One way I used to earn money was to collect pop bottles, clean them really well at a local gas station bathroom, fill them with vinegar and add herbs I picked on the sides of the road and in the woods. I sealed them with wax from candle stubs I found in trash cans or corks from behind a bar. I would sell them to people on street corners in the little towns nearby for a dollar or two. During the summer I actually made enough money from the sale of these infusions that I was able to stay in a fleabag motel for a week.
That motel had an address that I used to fill out a job application. And I was on my way to working myself out of the hole I had been living in for over two years.
A friend gave me some infused vinegars a couple of years ago and I was transported back in time to those years under the bridge. While living those years I used to wish for someone to save us…now I am simply grateful I lived through them. Extreme poverty changes a person’s attitudes about life and living. It makes you see the important things as things to truly fight for. Heat or cooling, food and shelter. Everything else is just stuff.