From Ready Nutrition:
[Editor’s Note: Many situations can cause a person to barter for goods and services. It could be as simple as neighbors exchanging skills and services to help each other out, or it could be due to economic turmoil, currency inflation, a bug out situation, or natural disaster. Regardless of the situation, bartering will become currency in a disaster and knowing how to use this skill to your advantage will be important.
When good bartering relationships are forged, they become dependable, solid relationships where goods are honestly sold. Ruby Burks shares how a chance encounter started a long-time bartering friendship. ]
Sometimes when you’ve been doing something for years, the charm wears off. It stops being something you love and becomes just another chore that needs to be finished. That’s how I had come to feel about working at the farmers’ markets. It was becoming the same old same old every weekend. I missed being able to plan fun events or outings with friends and family on the weekends. No staying at summer BBQs late into the night, laughing and talking, for me. I had to get up before dawn to load vehicles and drive to my markets. I was getting burnt out and beginning to resent the very thing that made farming for a living feasible.
And then I met the Lemon Lady. I happened to be looking her way as she pulled up to the market in her boat of an older model sedan. The vehicle was spotless and well-cared for, despite being decades old. She exited her car just as gingerly and carefully as she had parked it. As she approached my booth, I could see she was dressed in what would have been the epitome of style in the 1960s. I smiled to myself to see that she wore a smart little hat just as my Grandmother had when I was young.
She walked slowly in the short, mincing steps of the elderly- slightly bowed back and each step carefully placed for balance and no more than a half of a foot length in front of the other. My booth was about fifty feet away from where she parked and even that short distance was too far for her to traverse without pausing a moment to rest.
I have very fond memories of my paternal grandparents, but was especially close to my Grandmother. My Grandmother was often pressed into service when I was very young to care for me at her home when I was sick. And I was sick often. Medical science wasn’t as advanced as it is today back when I was born and children like me, who seemed to catch everything and stay sick longer with it were often diagnosed simply as “failure to thrive”. Or, as my Grandmother would say, I was a “poor keeper”. I was the youngest of five children at the time and the undivided attention I received from my Grandmother when I was sick or doing poorly was wonderful.
There happened to…