Most people when they think of preppers think of the reality show from a few years back when prepping was at it's heyday. I don't think of myself as a prepper very often but in many ways I really am. As was my mother and grandmother before me. I was taught from a young age at the knees of the masters. Women who had lived through depression and war. Women who had made do and had vowed to never be unprepared again. These women raised families and made do when making do was pretty hard. It left an indelible mark on their lives. It was a lesson learned well. And taught often. My mother at the time of her death still had a huge pantry full of canned food.
As for me I thoroughly believe in being prepared. If the lights go out I have light bulbs, candles, matches, lamps and oil and flash lights and batteries. I am a nester. That is my nature to feather my nest and keep everything running and happy. Need a bandaid I got twenty. What size. Need a tissue I got some on the end table, in my pocket, in my purse and more than likely in my bra. And a couple boxes somewhere in the pantry. I try to be prepared for whatever life throws at me and then some.
Hoarding no. Everything is pretty well in it's place. I am the quiet soldier catching sales and buying a bit extra here and there. A coupon or sale at a time. Yard sales and Goodwills galore. Seeds, gardening supplies, tools. Rarely will I ever buy cases. I think the one thing that will baffle me to the day I die about this present situation are the toilet paper runs. As I sit in the comfort of my clean and comfortable home watching grown people fight over toilet paper I have to wonder. When the smoke clears and we lick our wounds, mourn our dead and resume our lives. How many will like me become closet preppers. Quietly stalking the grocery store aisles watching for those bargains. Buying that extra can on sale. Buying extra pounds of meat for the canning pot.
No stockpile of guns or bunkers just an army of housewives vowing to never get caught like this again. A new humility and appreciation for the preppers of old. A new outlook on independence in the pantry, in the garden and in all aspects of their life. Indeed life is a hard teacher. Will they remember.
Just curious how many of you out there consider yourselves preppers now?
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter