This thread got me thinking and I remembered some pictures that I had scanned last spring Most are from the early forties and although they are black and white are a sample of life from that era.
Work was hard but they took every Sunday off for church and visiting. Saturday was go to town day. More visiting. They were happy as long as they were healthy and I do not think they envied anyone their four or five star hotel.
Being farmers and not in a drought area they survived the depression far better than some in cities.
The first is my Grandparents with my father and two aunts in 1922. second winter 1945, third straw stack, fourth Threshing crew and finally barns all at my grandparents farm.
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Hopefully I am not hijacking this thread but to continue I knew most of these people when I was young and foolisher and they did not worry about stuff as much as some do now. Koolau is right about never wasting anything and that is why I am combating packrat syndrome now.
Happy2bretired is also bang on with the comments about food, dirt and baths
Picture 1 is me 1956, 2 and 3 some aunts and uncles wartime 4 is my grandfather late thirties and the last is my father with his uncle Tom 1941. Uncle Tom always had a shovel almost till he died. Most of these pictures would have been taken on a Sunday when everyone was dressed in their best.
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Thanks for the pictures! I am impressed by the quality of the photography. My parents have both passed away, but I heard lots of stories about the thirties, in particular. No wonder those days were called "hard times."
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