Moving to the country in November 1943, on the vast acreage Daddy bought a cow, chickens, Muscovy ducks, turkeys, (nonedible) horses, and we had a man living on the place who did the heavy work and kept a 4-acre garden.
The local big rancher family often gave us beef...lady 'down the road' had a cow and she produced too much, that was churned into butter - Why, she just *had* to place wrapped quantities on her kitchen table so neighbors who stopped by to chat would *help themselves* to one (leaving a $1 for it..:))
We also had friends in Ft. Pierce who had an orange packing and producing plant, with 50-lb. sacks of sugar to make marmalade from the oranges.
It was SO unfortunate that an occasional sack was left on a loading dock and the bottom got wet...by law could not be used by them, and we just *had* to take them off their hands...
Yes, we were 'deprived' in some senses - but we did feel safe from strangers/hitchhikers/vagrants - offering a kind word and food, etc., and/or giving rides without hesitation.
We indeed were blessed.
Picturesque glimpse into yesteryear...Thank you drinking in all the history...Aahhh, refreshing...