My dad likes to make comments about how soft my generation is. (Don’t all dads?) Even with fighting two wars, we’ve never had rationing. The stories from WW2 make for good anecdotes in a Sunday morning post.
Wikipedia says on this date in 1940, Britain started food rationing. I work with a Scottish immigrant, and he has mentioned rationing of eggs even after the war ended, and that because he was young, he was allowed an egg a week. His mother would soft-boil the egg, cut the top off, and give the little bit of egg in the top to her elderly father.
I’m sure there was a black market for ration books then, just like with the EBT cards and food stamps today. One of my grandfathers raised pigs and sold meat on the black market whenever he needed extra money for medicine or emergencies. My grandmother used lemon candy instead of sugar to sweeten tea. A great-uncle had the right ration sticker for gas but had a hell of a time finding tires.
One story my aunt told me was receiving a ration stamp for shoes, so she could buy a new pair for her wedding. I think you only got two pairs of shoes a year, so that was a very nice wedding gift.
Any stories from your parents or grandparents?