During the depression my grandparents had all their extended family living with them. I remember a story of my grandmother finding a dime and sitting down and crying.

Makes me wish I could take all my money out of my IRA and 457 and stuff it in my mattress. Might not be any to take out if this keeps going. Even paper money might not be worth what it's printed on. Remember tent cities and quanset huts? Now I'm scaring myself again. I still have a sizable mortgage and it looks like my husband is going to lose his job.