My father was a child of the Great Depression. Born in 1922 in rural SW Georgia, he plowed mules to make a family living under false pretense by his no-good, alcoholic father that he would personally benefit from the crops he made. His dad, my grandfather, whom I never met, always snookered him out of his cut. Gave Dad a huge chip on his shoulder that caused him to pursue skills and limited education that allowed him to rise above his humble beginnings. He also demanded that his two sons be educated and refrain from heavy alcohol consumption.
He always posed this choice to us when talking about getting an education: You choose with your education whether your family can eat steak when they want to, or whether they will have to eat beans.
Consequently, I always grew up with a fear of not having a job or not having enough to eat. I have been blessed with enough all my life and always appreciated the guidance when I got old enough to understand. We would be much better off if a lot of people in our country had the benefit of what I heard. Too many are content with their food stamps.
Can’t argue with that. Your father was a good man. Everything he said is the basis for a stable family & life. This applies to everyone. It is universal.