My Grandma Fernicola would be 101 this month. I've been thinking about her a lot lately and remembering things like this:
When I was 6 or 7, we were at the supermarket in the produce section and she started eating loose grapes that came out of the bags.
Gma: Shhhh. They're going to throw them out, those loose ones.
As we walked away, she was whispering to me defensively: They're going to throw them out. It's a waste!
I just kept mouthing "EW."
And I suppose that's the difference between a child of the '80s and someone who lived through the Great Depression.
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