Do not live poor to die rich (Old English Proverb).
This saying reminds me of my grandma Faircloth. She lived incredibly poor. Her house was old and was heated by only a fireplace and one of those old barrel type wood burning heaters. She economized in every way possible and I don’t remember her ever spending money on herself or any type of luxury. When she died, it was a surprise as to how much money she had and how valuable her estate actually was. It was so valuable, in fact, that it created great rifts among her children that took years to heal. I think of Grandma Faircloth often and wish she had enjoyed her money and resources more before she died. She died very young and it would have been nice if she had allowed herself to enjoy her life more. She could have traveled and she could have lived more comfortably in her home. With six grown children and countless grandchildren, she could have rested easy knowing she would have somewhere to live if, by some tragedy of circumstances, she lost her means of living.
I do understand that those who lived through the depression era were more fearful of being in that helpless financial situation again. On the other hand, living in fear of not having enough or losing what we have is not a way to live. At some point we need to take some risk and balance out the need for prudent planning for the future (and lean times) with the quality of our lives. None of us are promised anything for tomorrow and, by faith, we can trust that our basic needs can be met while at the same time allow ourselves some pleasure and enjoyment of the things we are afforded in this life.