My mother, who's now 81 years old. She grew up on a farm in a tiny town called LaGrange, Arkansas, during the depression. Although she says "we were so poor that we didn't even know there was a depression." (Remember, there was no internet at that time, LOL!). They grew & raised nearly everything they needed for their family of 13 on their own. They traded & bartered for everything else, they walked everywhere they went. They had no indoor plumbing, had an outhouse & used chamber pots at night, which a couple of the kids were responsible for cleaning each morning, while the others gathered eggs, milked the cows & tended to the other animals, all before school, of course! They went to church & socialized with African-American families back in the 20s & 30s, which was unusual in those days. My mother said that her mother always said that "we're all the same person inside." She was wise beyond the decades that she lived in.