There is No Magic Wand, by Grace H.
Some of the very earliest memories I have of wanting to be a good prepper come from stories about my Scottish grandmother. They lived in Sunderland, England, during both World Wars, had eight living children, were poor as church mice, and fed anyone who was in need because of the bombing raids. Apparently, her theory was to add more water to the soup pot and another cup of barley. My Dad told me that she said that the sign of a good housewife is a well-stocked pantry, ready for all emergencies. As a child I read First Aid manuals …