We had a piano for a couple of years in the 70s.
Looking back, I can identify the times when we were less-well-off by what we had to eat.
Had it not been for our enormous vegetable garden, the barter system that gave us beef, pork and fruit, I’m sure that my four sibs and I would have been begging for food.
We lived in a farming community where barter was the norm, and I am grateful for that.