I was born in 1966.
My great-uncles were lifelong Roosevelt fans, but they gave up being Democrats in the Clinton years - it was just too vulgar.
Well, I wasn’t around either, but my Dad was. he personally was not affected, since he was in the oil business, drilling in the East Texas field.But he said it was a scary time, because people came from all over looking for work. He was at Hobbs before than, and people would get off the train and sleep at night under the gas flares. He was out hunting and had killed a jack rabbit. A guy came up to him and offered to buy the rabbit for a dime—my Dad didn’t dress up while hunting. The man offering wore patent leather shoes. A man down on his luck. Dad gave him the rabbit, and he took it back to the camp by the railroad. Hard times.