When I was a boy, I used to love to go to my mamaw’s house and get into her coffee cans. They didn’t have coffee in them (I didn’t drink coffee back in those days) they had cool stuff in them. One can had nuts and bolts, another had screws, another nails and another had little things she thought she might need to fix something with some day. She also had a mason jar full of buttons, every kind of button you could think of. No matter what broke around her house, she had a can or a jar with whatever she needed to fix it. I do the same thing now. I have coffee cans in my office with nails and screws, pens and pencils and other doo dads in them. I have the same thing at home. I cannot throw a coffee can away to save my life. When I die, I may not have much to leave my kids but they will have all the coffee cans they will ever need.
The problems in our economy in this country have made me do some thinking about mamaw and those coffee cans. She didn’t have a fancy doo dad organizer for her stuff but she had coffee cans that did just as well. She didn’t have the newest and best of things. She used what she had and she fixed what broke. She didn’t have credit cards loaded to the max because she didn’t have credit cards. If she couldn’t pay cash for it, she didn’t buy it. It didn’t matter what everyone else had, she didn’t have to have stuff to be happy. She was happy for other people when they got stuff but she was very content not to have it herself. When she did save enough to buy a new chair or couch or something, it was a celebration. It really meant something and she made a big deal of it with us grandkids. She was able to enjoy the little things like flowers in her flower garden, making quilts, putting puzzles together, catching bugs with us kids, and stuff like that.
Maybe some good things can come from the economic problems we are facing. It might help us get back to a simpler way of living. We may find that we can live with less stuff but more joy, love and contentment.
PS. What’s in your coffee can?
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