When I was a teenager I got a run in one of my stockings. My grandmother offered to darn it. What?? No way was I going to a dance or party wearing a mended stocking, thank you very much! Now I am older and hopefully wiser, I can appreciate why she offered and wanted to teach me to not waste a perfectly wearable stocking.
My father had a habit of
always leaving a small mouthful of food on his plate after every meal. One day I asked him why he did this,
especially since we kids had to eat every scrap before leaving the table. He said his mother taught him that, for when
he was invited to eat at someone’s house. If he left just that much it showed
that it was a very tasty meal (after all, he ate most of it) but that he had
had enough and just couldn’t possibly eat the last bite. I was very moved.