My grandma lived through the great depression. She was one of the most resourceful people I have ever met. She reused and recycled everything. She would put her ziploc bags through the dish washer. She was hard core…and I used to think a tad extremist.
Here in Uganda I see a similar type of resourcefulness. I have watched things break and typically when we (westerners) would jump in the car and run out to Target or Home Depot…my Ugandan friends…re-use, recycle, and repair the problem.
Living five hours from a legit grocery store…there is no quick trip to Walmart, therefore we have had to become quite thrifty…and I am better for it. It all started back in Kampala when I saw Godffrey fixing his red rake that had broken in 1/2. Instead of running in to the store for a new one…a well deserved new one…as he rakes the lawn every day with a very questionable and rickety rake; on that beautiful spring day I found him cutting piping to put his rake back together.
100 Cups of Coffee 