My grandmother loved the government cheese. They also traded shoe rations for other rations because her father was an oil derrick man so got more shoe rations but didn’t really need them (he was a higher up so not usually working the derrick himself except during inspection).
My grandmother loved the government cheese. They also traded shoe rations for other rations because her father was an oil derrick man so got more shoe rations but didn’t really need them (he was a higher up so not usually working the derrick himself except during inspection).
Rations? Smells like communism. McCarthy, get 'em boy!