I thought of my paternal grandmother yesterday. Mary (Martinek) Orrell used to say ‘You know you’re poor when you’re out of salt.’
Anyone could call her up at any time and and ask ‘if she wanted to go out?’ She never asked ‘where’ or ‘when will she get back’. Her only question was ‘when are you picking me up’? I’d take her shopping, among other places.
One day we had to buy salt. She had a fit as it cost 29 cents (about 1970) and she used to get it for 17 cents. Actually, she said her mother used to say the same expression.
Nora made a large pot of turkey noodle soup yesterday and used the last of the salt. When she told me we needed to buy more, I instantly thought of my grandmother. Nora has heard the story several times before and repeated it before I even mentioned it.
Gee, I bet salt is up to about 79 cents now.