Tamara wrote: <At about 18, I was stunned to discover that some people ate it only once a week>
<But none of those who got it once a week only were undernourished.> I have two brothers. One was born in 1939 before WWII started, I was born in 1943 near the end of it, and my other brother in 1945 right at the end. The first brother is 5 feet 9 inches tall, I'm 5 feet 2 inches, and the third brother is 6 feet 2 inches. My mother was 5 feet 6 inches and my father 5 feet 8 inches. Although food was rationed, my father did his best with food, growing fruit and vegetables and keeping chickens and rabbits throughout the war but there was a limity to the number of animals he could keep in the back garden in the east end of London. By the time the war ended, although there was still rationing, he had a good supply of black market food. My mother was a fantastic cook and, it seemed, could make a meal out of nothing. We had supplements provided by the government in the form of orange juice and cod liver oil & malt (never liked that) to avoid deficiency diseases like scurvy and rickets. The government also published healthy recipes using the food that was available, mainly vegetables. People were encourages to grow their own under the slogan "Dig for victory". I've always been of the opinion that the differences in our heights, particularly my shortness, were due to the food available to us during our early growing years. My 9 families of cousins (all living in the east end of London at the same time) show the same differences. Although our diets were more vegetables than meat with very little fat, we were all much healthier and certainly not overweight. I'm sure my dislike of salads and preference for hot food is due to the comfort found in the hot food my mother cooked with such care and inventiveness for us. Jean in Poole To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED]
