Thanks! I bet your grandpa and his siblings were survivors too!
My grandparents were that way. Big families meant plenty of farmhands. If you didn’t grow it you didn’t eat in my grandparent’s day. The great depression hit and they didn’t even notice. They passed farm life down to us but sadly my granddaughter doesn’t know one end of a hoe from the other. Oh well, she might get to learn. She lives on our farm about 500 feet from us and she’s old enough to learn now. My daughter was driving a tractor and helping put up hay by the time she was 12.
Boy did they. They we’re real hillbillies and I’ve seen the pictures. I can’t tell you how many times one of them would talk about the Depression and say ‘I’ll tell you what! We used to have to....”
The one that always got me was how they’d use potato sacks for sleeveless shirts when they were picking cotton down in Alabama. Tuck it in and a piece of rope or bailing twine for a belt. No money for real clothes. They didn’t mind cuz they were way better than the burlap bags they had been wearing. Now that’s poor.