As time went on, our thrift store business grew ...
but not quite enough to both finance the increasing amount of stock it required pay us a decent wage.
We kept the bookkeeping department at the local bank busy renewing old notes or tearing them up and making new ones.
(Of course, you wouldn't necessarily need to do the same if you ran such an enterprise from your garage or didn't need a full-scale income.
And we soon found a building where another thrift store business had formerly operated (a boon since many of the old firm's customers came to us).
Then we got the first load of furniture and The Jungle was in business.Now I'm not going to sit here barefaced and claim that that's all there was to our fresh start. We suffered through days and days of sitting on our small stock and praying that somebody would buy just a dollar's worth.The store was listed as belonging to me, but my husband was able to help as his strength increased.It was a miracle that he lived through the experience.Once out of the hospital, our breadwinner found that the lumberyard had changed hands and the new owner had brought in his own crew.(Of course, we've never sold our dream of returning to the land when the offspring leave the nest ...and, meanwhile, the business has kept them in pretty good feathers as they grow up.So here goes: I should say, first of all, that buying is really more important than selling.You have to get back twice what you give for most items in order to average out a living in the long run ...Most regretfully we said goodbye to our 40 acres, purchased a two-story house and had it moved to one of the parcels adjoining the store.This worked out fine because we could keep an eye on the children while working next door.