In that case, my Pop was too old for WW2. But between growing up eating squirrel meat on a Rural Hall farm, raising three kids after going through GP, and retiring from Grayhound ... my man developed quite a system. Talk about a tight wad. He would die a millionaire - no one had a clue.
To this day, I love the idea of taking things that would otherwise be thrown out as garbage - and reusing them.
Talk about personality. I guess people back then used to enterain each other ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . He grew everything he ate, fav sammich was Slice of Tomato, Lettuce, & Mayo on White Bread - with pepper!
Pop had a Magnolia tree in his front yard, that Mom played under as a little girl. Years later he would take a cutting from that tree and plant it in my Mom's yard. The acidity of leaves kills anything under it, perfect place for a fort.
When my oldest was born, rented a chain saw and took out a 30 year old Juniper bush & root system. First purchase was a Magnolia tree.
I always tell my girls that story. It's perfect place to build a fort or place to hide.