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Introductions Are In Order

Introductions are in order

Well hello there!

I’m Lynn.   I’m new to the Space Coast Prepper Team and I’m very excited to be here!

Introducing Our Newest Featured Author at Space Coast Preppers- LindsyYou’ll have to excuse me, I’m a little new to this whole “prepping” lifestyle.  Well, that’s not really the truth.  The truth is that I’ve been a “prepper” most of my life.  I just didn’t know that’s what I was.  I grew up in a very rural, very poor farming town in Michigan.  We had a large garden every year, and grew most of what we ate.  What we couldn’t grow, we hunted for or made by hand.  Recycling wasn’t done because it was “green”, it was done because we had to get every ounce of use out of an object that we could.  I learned to bake, can, dehydrate, hunt, fish, fix things, and make do long before most kids today leave elementary school.  My mother (a single mom to five) taught her children the importance of self sufficiency, taught us that we did not have to have the best of anything but, we did have to make the best of anything we had.  My grandparents, who lived through the Great Depression, would teach us lessons in frugality at every turn.  Nothing was ever tossed in the trash that could possibly be re-purposed into something else.  If there were three peas leftover after dinner, they went into the soup served for lunch the next day.  My family would buy a cow and split it was another family, and that was our beef for the year.  My uncles would hunt deer, and fish, and our family would share the largest catches.  “New” was not a word often used in our house.  My mom shopped sales and clipped coupons and kept our cabinets stocked with dry goods, and canned foods, just in case something were to happen.  We never spoke about what the something might be.  That was just our way of life.  Back then, your average farmer was a “prepper”.

Fast forward twenty years.  I now live in sunny Florida.  I haven’t done a day of back breaking labor since I left Michigan ten years ago.  Things are so convenient here.  There is a grocery store every five miles.  My husband has a well paying job, I’m still fairly frugal in my tendencies, we only have one child, and we try not to live too far beyond our means.  All is well, right?  Wrong.  I started noticing “it” about four years ago.  At that time my husband’s job was in question.  We talked about what would happen if we lost our only source of income.  We had decided that I would stay at home, to raise our son.  But by that HitchensFamilytime I had been out of the workforce for a few years.  Quite a few of our friends had either lost their jobs, or had their hours or pay cut.  Even in prosperous South Florida, people were starting to feel the decline of our economy.  Most people dismissed this as just a little set back.  Something that would pick back up in a few months, when the snow-birds came back for the season.  Well, snow-bird season came and went, with no noticeable change in the economy.  In order to save his position, my husband agreed to move a few counties north.  That’s when I started researching and reading about our economy.  And learning about how fragile the whole thing really is.  And that lead to wondering what would happen if things continued to decline.  Which lead to me confessing to my sister that I was worried.

I, who had spent my whole life prepping, was no longer a prepper.  We didn’t even have enough supplies in the house to last through a tropical storm, let alone something as devastating as a economic collapse.  It’s just so easy to go to the store, you know?  But, what if the stores no longer have supplies to buy?

My sister made a return confession.  Her husband had been stocking up on ammunition and survival supplies.  She had been teaching herself how to store foods, she had been watching some survivalist shows and reading prepper blogs.  And the whole time I was thinking to myself, “That’s what I should be doing!”

So, I did.  I’ve been finding my way back to my roots ever since.  Getting my husband on board has not been easy.  I’d even go so far as to say that he is still not on board with me.  Baby steps.

The best part?  I’m no longer worried about the “what if’s”.  Because I’m getting prepared!  Prepared for a layoff, or a hurricane, or martial law, or what ever gets thrown at me.  I’m hoping that I’ll help inspire some of you who have been just waiting for something to happen before you start prepping to just start, BEFORE something happens.


About Lindsy

Happily married 20-something, living on the Space Coast with one crazy little boy. New to Prepping, but not being prepared. Love reading, writing, researching, do-it-yourself projects, small dogs, cooking and baking, and a million other random things.

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