Friday, June 15, 2007

Waste Not, Want Not!



In July, 1959, hubby began his very first “real” teaching job. He was hired as the Vocational Agriculture Teacher in a little town east of Wichita Falls, Texas. Yes, back then, they were simply known as Vo-Ag Teachers. Now, they are Agricultural Science & Technology Instructors. Big deal!

We had a new baby and were sitting on top of the world, with a salary of $3200 a year! We lived very thriftily, not requiring a lot of money and, I might add, not spending money on foolish whims. H was consumed with his new job, and I was consumed with a new baby. That was our entertainment.

It was during this time that pizza mixes from the grocery store became popular. The one that we always wanted to get was a brand by the name of Chef-Boy-Ardee. It was always so appealing, in a bright yellow box with that cute chef on the side... but we never would get one because we didn't have a pizza pan! (foolish whim!)

One afternoon, H came in from school and told me he had a surprise for me. He had taken the lid from an old aluminum container, cut the handle off, smoothed down the rough edges and made me a pizza pan! Oh, my goodness! How could it get any better than this? The next time we went to the grocery store I proudly picked up a box of Chef-Boy-Ardee Pizza Mix and carefully placed it in the shopping cart.

That was 48 years ago...and guess what? We're using that home made pizza pan to this very day! (now a family heirloom that our children will undoubtedly squabble over at our demise!)

My mom always said....”Waste Not, Want Not!” and, that's pretty much the philosophy we've followed for 50 years....not to say that we have never wasted, but we've not made it a habit. Yes, in our more lucrative years, we fell into the pattern of "buying now, paying later" and adding "stuff" to our growing collections. But that old adage of "waste not, want not" always hung in the recesses of our minds, and finally came to the forefront before we created any permanent damage. In the end, it has paid off for us.

“Do today what others won't, so that you can live tomorrow the way they can't.”
Just a wee bit of wisdom to be passed on for the day!

12 comments:

crabby old man said...

Now You tell me after I've maxed out all My cards & now bankrupt

Mike Minzes said...

WOWOWOWOWO!!!!!!!!

What a great story!!

That would make a great movie!

See, now you got my creative juices flowing!

Jackie said...

crabby: I believe you're teasing! Your Bride wouldn't let you get in that financial shape!

mike m: It's not the writing of factual information that's my problem. It's the fiction!!
You can always be assured that anything I've written on my blog is the TRUTH and nothing but the TRUTH!!

David said...

That is awesome in so many ways! 1. A new teacher in 1959 making 32K! That is what I made as a 3rd year teacher when I used to work in Petersburg, this decade! No wonder with that job and my second job we only made $100 dollars more than the cut off for welfare in VA!

2. That is so sweet that he made that pizza pan for you. He really paid attention to what you wanted and found a way to get it!

3. My wife would've thrown it out, if not immediately, within 50 years! That is cool you held onto it!

Jackie said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. In reading your comment, I believe you misread the salary quote I made. That's $3200....not $32,000!

Gosh! I wish it 'had' been in the thousands! No...I don't. If it had been I wouldn't have had material for a post!!

David said...

Oops, I guess my mind added in an extra zero! I guess that means it was even better to be making end meet without the extra zero!

Terry said...

That is a great story! I am impressed that your hubby made you a pizza pan and that you didn't buy a new one, even when you could have afforded it.

I heard a quote once, "Fix it up, Wear it out, Make it do, or Do without."

Yeah, I wish I was more like that.

Anonymous said...

I thought there were two of those pans.

Anonymous said...

Mom, if given the chance I will still use those pans. They bake better than anything you can buy today.

Anonymous said...

only one, sweet daughter, only one!

and...the pan is your's! (if for no other reason than you *finally* making a comment on my blog!!!)

love you...

joyfuljourney said...

I bet H loves telling the story of how he made a pizza pan for you!!! He sure loves those old stories!

I just returned from DG - where was H?

Jackie said...

joyfuljourney,

H made his visit to DG way earlier than you did! But never doubt for a minute....he made his DAILY visit!!