I think about Grandpa fairly often lately, particularly about how orderly and frugal he was, though I don't think he considered himself to be anything other than fulfilling his responsibility. He spent his money carefully but I remember trips to buy ice cream or a hamburger at McDonald's (long before the advent of happy meals). His and Grandma's little two-bedroom house had everything they needed. They didn't hoard anything 'just in case'. I don't even remember them stocking up during the sales. They bought what they needed as they needed it. Things that could be mended were repaired; those that couldn't be mended or re-used were discarded. Everything had a designated place. They didn't have the latest technology, but what they had worked fine. The closets weren't crammed, the car fit into the garage, there was nothing in the attic. I didn't even know they had an attic until I was moving to Utah and we were clearing the house in preparation to rent it. It was a loft space accessible only from the garage.
I know some people who are frugal and I know a (very) few people who are tidy and organised, but I'm not sure I know many people who could live so nicely on as little as they did.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa.