I remember saving bacon grease in coffee cans. My mother and grandmother would strain the grease through muslin. I remember all the adults lining up to buy cigarettes every Saturday. They were allowed one pack per week.
Then there were the ration books, and filling out a form to buy a pair of shoes, search lights, air raid sirens, blackout curtains, etc. The stars in the windows, and how all activity in the neighborhood came to a standstill when the Western Union delivery boy rode down the street on his bicycle. Everyone watched to see which house he was going to, praying it wouldn't be theirs.