Wouldn’t You Like to be a Prepper Too?
The term “prepper” came into use a few years ago after the media had effectively demonized the word “survivalist” and those who practiced prepping were looking for a more politically correct term to use. Personally I thought survivalist was just fine but I kind of like the sound of “prepper”. After all I was a Girl Scout and the motto is “Be Prepared”.
The idea of prepping has been around for a very long time. The ancient Chinese philosopher Confucius said, “Plan ahead or find trouble on the doorstep.” The recent outbreak of storms in the Heartland as well as the downward spiral of our economy has made me re-evaluate my priorities…and my attitude toward prepping.
My first exposure to prepping came as a very young child. Whenever there was even a hint of a severe thunderstorm we had to load up in the car and drive across town to my maternal grandmother’s house. We would get in the storm cellar until an “all clear” was issued by my Dad. Dad was claustrophobic so he would take Mom and me and make sure we were safe but he refused to enter the cellar. The cellar had a steep narrow stairway and two bunks with couple of chairs and shelves lining the walls. The shelves were filled with canned goods from Mamaw’s garden so there was no chance of going hungry while underground, at least not for several days. I was always terrified of the cellar. This was the 1950’s and the doors were not as well made as today. One of the adults had to be brave and check the cellar for spiders and snakes before anyone else could enter. We had to carry kerosene lamps and without them you could not see your hand in front of your face. When I was around five my grandmother moved and I was secretly delighted to never have to enter that cellar again.
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