My grandma was a hard working, German, who migrated to this country with her folks and 12 other brothers and sisters from Russia. They arrived on a boat, processed at Ellis Island, ended up mostly in Minnesota and California. They all survived the depression. Never lost the work ethic.
She once said to her slacker granson, me, when I bragged about some minor contribution I had made to the household,
"Well, give the man a crotchet'd bicycle."