I remember going to a friend’s house and they had this huge can of peanut butter, coffee can size. I thought that was the best peanut butter I ever ate, in my mind it still is! I went home and told my mother she needed to get that kind.
I had no idea my friend’s family was getting the government food. No one ever said anything, I just noticed they had different food than the rest of us.
When my dad left my mom (this was in the early 60’s) with five little kids, she had to go on welfare. We got the free food and it was all really good. It got us through those hard times. Yet I knew a family who received the same kind of food. All they did was complain about it. You would think they would recognize how lucky they were to get it! Some people just have to complain! We moved on. Mom got a good job and dad came back. I hate welfare, but I am grateful for the food we received that sustained us in those hard times.