Rakhel
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there is also an online community that allows for one person to "off load" unwanted items onto someone in need/want of that particular item. The Freecycle Network
Some others are on Facebook. I found a free market by chance. Some of the volunteers there were actually mending clothes free of charge. We gave a bunch of large toys our kids don't play with and picked up a 14 inch cast iron skillet at one.
You just have to be willing to look.
Thinking about my childhood, I remembered something.
When I was a teen myself, my mother and I were walking home from the supermarket and saw one of the stock boys throwing about 10 pints of ice cream. She walked up to the guy and asked if she could have the ice cream if it was still good. He looked at her and told her to go get a cart(We lived 3 blocks away from the store.), and he would load it into the cart. After that, when ever he had vegetables or fruit that was too ripe for the floor, or ran out of room on the shelves, he would save it for her.
At the time, it embarrassed me, the idea that we were so poor that we couldn't pay for our food. However, as an adult with kids of my own, I realize that sometimes you just have to swallow some of your pride. Not all of it, though. I still won't gravel to my grandfather. I don't care how much money he has.
Some others are on Facebook. I found a free market by chance. Some of the volunteers there were actually mending clothes free of charge. We gave a bunch of large toys our kids don't play with and picked up a 14 inch cast iron skillet at one.
You just have to be willing to look.
Thinking about my childhood, I remembered something.
When I was a teen myself, my mother and I were walking home from the supermarket and saw one of the stock boys throwing about 10 pints of ice cream. She walked up to the guy and asked if she could have the ice cream if it was still good. He looked at her and told her to go get a cart(We lived 3 blocks away from the store.), and he would load it into the cart. After that, when ever he had vegetables or fruit that was too ripe for the floor, or ran out of room on the shelves, he would save it for her.
At the time, it embarrassed me, the idea that we were so poor that we couldn't pay for our food. However, as an adult with kids of my own, I realize that sometimes you just have to swallow some of your pride. Not all of it, though. I still won't gravel to my grandfather. I don't care how much money he has.