Society & Culture in the US

My grandmother is a hoarder. She keeps very nearly every thing that comes across her path. We have resorted to house cleaning for her when she is not looking. We found an old booklet in one of her cabinets where she had written her new year’s resolution not to fall into moral bankruptcy by throwing away what she worked so hard for. When we convinced her that she needed to shop for new dishware recently, we volunteered to put it away for her. We then replaced the new stuff in the box with old stuff from the kitchen cabinets, which is where we found that booklet. The old booklet was yellowed with age and had written across the front cover in a pretty cursive handwriting: January the First, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-Nine. It seems that Grandma grew up in the Great Depression in an already eccentric family of 15, in which she was the youngest. When things started to turn around for her family, she decided that she would do all in her power to never again be hungry or go without the basic necessities in life. And, to do this she felt she needed a yearly reminder. She still writes that phrase each year.