Not too long back when I was trying to put the pieces to the puzzle together, which by the way is a constant!! I was reviewing my childhood and a lot of the things that I experienced and how those things that happened to me have affected me, shaped and molded me.
We were poor as shit! which I will elaborate on later, I ate a lot of whole cooked and fried chicken and chicken liver growing up! Being poor at such a young age didn’t matter a bit, because you didn’t know the difference, all the societal peer pressure bullshit wasn’t raining down on you altering your sense of what was really important in life. When we lived over in Coos Bay ever kid was fucking poor, your folks were fishermen or worked at warehouser mill, we lived there from when I was in kindergarten through 6th grade, then we moved to Central Point and that is when being Poor did really start to affect me.
Anyway, when I was young our family only went to the snow like once or twice, we did not have money to go buy any proper winter clothes, especially Gloves!! So this is where I arrive at the name “Breadbags and Socks” I can remember when we were getting ready to take that BIG trip to the snow my Mom spent the day gathering up a bunch of plastic empty Breadbags, she layered those over a pair of our Socks and used rubber bands to hold them down and those would be our Gloves and let me tell you that did NOT work!! my hands were soaking wet and freaking froze!!
when I was remembering that, it really brought bittersweet tears to my eyes thinking about how much my Mom did care about my sister and I and did everything she could to make us comfortable and give us what she could, which unfortunately did not result in a proper pair of winter gloves, but did result in an amazing amount of LOVe!
“Breadbags and Socks”