We children born during the Depression know about saving: saving string, paper, using backs of envelopes for notes. Our mothers saved the best meat for Sunday dinner, we all saved out newest and most freshly washed clothes for church on Sunday. Even our underwear was marked with the days of the week and the traditionalists among us never wore Sunday underpants on Tuesday.
Some of us saved the frosting on cake for last. (The cake that was saved for Sunday.)
My family laughed each Chrismas as my mother called out "Save the bows" during the gift exhange.
Someone told a story of a woman who was buried with a fork in her hand. She had told her pastor she liked it when a waiter would say"Save your fork" because she knew something better was coming.