When she and Grandpa Gwen moved out of the house in Lewiston – it was time to clean up ten plus years of stuff. There were National Geographic magazines, saved newspapers and numerous other bits and pieces. Dad hauled two loads of “stuff” to the dump. I don’t remember seeing all of that stuff…except on the kitchen counters. Grandma kept things pretty well hidden away…but her refrigerator was dangerous. I knew at a young age to be wary of anything that came out of her refrigerator. When you opened her refrigerator door, there were margarine containers, cool whip containers, and numerous packages mysteriously wrapped in tin foil. There was fresh food in there as well…but who knew how long the food in those containers had been in there. I remember one time that my grandmother made meatloaf and my family had stopped by on our way to camping. My best friend…who was the pickiest eater in the world…asked for seconds of my grandmother’s meatloaf. I doubted that I even had a full helping. I had seen her make that meatloaf. She took all kinds of meat out of her refrigerator and put it through a grinder. Frankly, it smelled suspiciously like dog food to me. I remember when I was older that she gave my father some watermelon that had hair growing on it. Mom took it away from him before he could even try to eat it.
Not only did she save containers, magazine and newspapers…she saved food. If she thought it could be used, it was stored away in the fridge. I suppose that is one of the reasons that I am more apt to throw food away if I have the least doubt about it. Grandma just never quite changed her mind set after living through the depression. I even saw my other grandmother save containers and use them the same way. When Grandma Cappy died…we started cleaning out her kitchen. There were piles of old plastic containers. She had stuffed things in the dishwasher because it was an appliance that she really didn’t see the need for.