My father delivered a bread route in the 1950's. In that day, the trucks had no heaters, so the drivers kept a small fire going in a metal pot, set on the floorboard. It was risky, but they survived. Starting at 3:00 in the morning, in was rather chilly in Ohio on winter days My mother stayed at home and raised nine kids. We were a catholic family, and no shame attached to being a primary care-giver to a large family. Imagine my shame today, to know that dear old mom was in the same class of ne'er do well...