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My dad was the eldest of nine children. Growing up in the South during the Great Depression left a lifelong memory of hard times with not a lot of anything. They usually butchered a hog when the first frost arrived. His traditional New Year's Day meal was hog jowls, collards, black eye peas, and skillet corn bread. I remember him telling me that many a day he only had collards and biscuits for his school lunch when he was a kid.
As a friend of mine once said, “We had beans and taters one night, and taters and beans the next.”