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This was a "Perfect Storm"...My dad & uncle tried hard to talk her into putting her money into things that the tax man wouldn't eat up quite so badly, but she was an EXTREMELY suspicious type, & wouldn't hear of it. She & my granfather lost everything-not that they had that much-in '29, & I think they never trusted banks, stockbrokers, etc after that. She & Fritz never really enjoyed any of their wealth, they had the mindset all their lives that they were one step away from being in "The Poorhouse", & the only ones that got any benefit from their penurious ways was the IRS. She gave Fritz a sandwich to eat at work every day,wrapped up in tinfoil, which he was supposed to flatten out, carefully fold up, & take back home so she could use again the next day...I'd say, "Grandaddy, let me go clean that up for you..." & I'd take it & toss it, & make up some story about how I'd torn it up or something. Got more than one Arse-Eatin' over Wasting that Tinfoil...
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