during the depression she raised chickens and sold eggs, and that was considered “her” money.
Grandpa was working the family farm after losing his job in Philly installing wood floors for rich folks.
She always had a thing about eggs...the less you use in the kitchen, the more money you could bring home selling them.
Not a Depression era kid, but the neighbor always gave us double yolked turkey eggs because they couldn’t be sold commerically but were perfectly fine for baking with. I would sneak some out of the kitchen and let them dry out. The dried insides stuck to one side so when rolled on the floor, they’d wobble. Fun times! I still have a shoebox of them after all these years... yeah, I know.