This all leads me to think of my parents as optimists. I was a depression baby! Born in 1935 in the depths of the depression to a mother who had been widowed by her early twenties. My father owned no property but basically ran the home farm for the benefit of his mother and special needs brother after his father died when he was 17. Those were hard times. We weren't exactly dirt poor but we were close to that at times. Because we were farmers, we never lacked for food. However, there was little money for other amenities. No running water or central heat. An outhouse served for waste disposal. The good news for us depression babies is that things markedly improved in the 1940's in spite of World War II or perhaps as a result of it.
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