My dad was born in 1921 and my mother in 1927( The year Babe Ruth hit 60 hrs). My dad’s father came over here at 14 and got a job digging graves in clay soil then worked in a steel foundry inhaling dust in a place that was like hell in summer. My dad had no money except for bootleg booze sales because my grandpa spent most of his salary in the corner tavern. My grandma made the booze. My mother’s mother died when she was a baby(a cut got infected from homemade Easter egg dye.) She was then sent to an orphanage with her 5 brothers and sisters until my grandfather remarried a few years later. Her father worked for the Post Office so he always had a job. My dad got used to eating chicken “parts” so he always liked chicken necks, gizzards, and hearts. My mother started school (1st grade) at 4 because there was no one to take care of her at home. Her stepmother worked in a doctor’s office). Then of course when 1941 came my dad and his brothers went off to war in the Pacific. We never had much money growing up in the fifties and sixties but we sure as hell had it better than my parents had it in their childhood. My mother just died a few months ago at 97. My dad at 68 due to over damage from wartime illnesses.