(image: Dadant Beekeeping Supplies)
Our grandparents could give all of us advice on how to Make Do With What You Have. In fact, I’m certain that 90 percent of you have already heard that lecture from your grandparents, or parents if they were the ones who went through The Great Depression and had to “Make Do, or Do Without.” At least that was the reason I always was given to understand all the things my grandmother had tucked away in her house. The storage drawer at the bottom of her old refrigerator was full of tidy balls of stray string and neatly folded paper grocery sacks. There were two drawers full of jar lids, a cabinet in the back porch full of little margarine tubs, a drawer full of clear glass pill bottles and carefully rinsed plastic straws, and in the storage room were stacks of strange, old fashioned high heel shoes she must have worn in earlier days.
I’m not exactly sure how useful most of this stuff would have been in an emergency, but you never know.
We tend to be a generation that, when we need something, we go and buy it. And then we throw the old one away, And really, that makes more sense today because of technology and the way things are made than it used to “in the old days.” But sometimes, sometimes we need, not want something. And we need it NOW, but we don’t have it. And that’s where a quick, outside-the-box-thinking mind saves the day.
Our family does Civil War Reenacting. Several years ago, the town of
Melinda, my eldest daughter enjoys horse endurance riding. She had been looking forward to riding in the Tevis 100 miles in 24 hours race for a long time, and had finally arrived. She and part of her team were setting up camp at
I grew up in the beekeeping business. We all worked in it, from extracting honey to moving the boxes of empty and full combs on the hives out in the beeyards. We usually drove many miles to the different beeyards, often in remote locations. It was important that we had all the equipment we needed when we drove out. One very important item that couldn’t be done without was the veil. Each person needed one. It was basically a wire screen box that your head fit into, with fabric mesh at the top to fit onto your hat, and mesh at the bottom that tied around your neck, over your collar. This one day, a whole crew of us, my mom, my sisters, my brother and I went out to work in the beeyard putting empty combs on the beehives. When we finally arrived and sorted out the equipment, we saw in dismay that we were short one veil. It was unthinkable that one person should draw the lucky straw and sit in the cab or kick back in the shade while the rest toiled away, so we looked around us for a substitute.
I don’t know if they still make “Cool Cushions,” but at the time, we had them in every vehicle. They were two paddle-shaped plastic mesh sleeves hinged together in the middle with fabric. Inside the sleeves were coils of wire that kept your hot, sweaty bottom off the hot sweaty vinyl truck seat in the summer time. We took the Cool Cushion apart, pulled out the steel coils and tied one festively striped mesh sleeve around the head of one unlucky kid.
For years I would snicker every time I thought of how that had looked, like a giant walking fly swatter, or a person who got their head stuck in a big oven mitt. I would try to remember if we had used the less important back section or the hot, sweaty bottom section. But for some reason, I never had a real clear image of the actual ludicrous sight. Recently I had a good laugh with my sister, reminiscing over that episode and mentioned that I couldn’t remember who had actually worn the Cool Cushion. And then I found out why my memory of the sight was vague; it had been me.