I always find it interesting when I read something like this, because my parents also grew up during the Great Depression and were very frugal. We always had the basics (housing, food, cars, etc) and didn't want for anything critical to living, but never had anything I'd consider "nice".
My sisters and I have often commented about how our parents never treated themselves to anything "nice" while they were alive. They always seemed to be in frugal mode, and never really got to enjoy what they'd saved up all those years, and like the old saying goes, you can't take it with you. Always made me a little sad for them.