I was born in 33 but my older brothers told me of picking cotton on the family farm near Kerman Calif in 1929 and dad towed the trailer to the gin which was silent and the manager said there was no market for cotton. He told dad to just park the trailer with all the other full cotton trailers in the yard. He had borrowed for the crop plus he owed a payment on the little farm and lost it all and was evicted. He started with AP Gianinni’s Bank of Italy which became Bank of America and I still have his last bank account statement from that era which includes the transition. My brothers told me those trailers rotted in the gin yard...
Man O Man.
I was born in 1943.
My dad told me about hiding the only plow (a one horse plow) they had down the water well when the bank came to repossess it. Dad said that if they had lost that plow, they would have starved.
My dad's family were essentially share-croppers in SE Alabama during the depression. I think I'm 'marked' by their tales and experience from the Great Depression.
It was terrible, absolute unbelieveable in some cases.
I remember when my dad died...I almost cried when I had to throw away his coffee cans full of bent/used, rusty nails that he saved for 'hard times'.