Where I grew up life was centered around “making do.” You never threw anything away.
Your mother could make clothes out of flower sacks and sofa cushions from seed sacks. Crocker sacks were used for many things, and you patched them up when they became battered and kept on using them.
How in Hades could a farmer have survived without haywire? You could mend and “fix” anything with a roll of haywire and a pair of pliers. Clothes were handed down.
Kill a hog and save everything but the squeal. However, I never took to chitterlings or “chitlin’s.