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(27 Likes) How does it feel to be poor?
but I didn’t work while I was at home because they had eight children (I was the eldest). My grandfather had earned some money during the Great Depression, so he gave my father a farm, but put a mortgage on it so my father couldn’t mortgage it. There was always plenty of food because we grew it ourselves. We lived in an old drafty house where six woods (which we cut and hardened ourselves) were required to heat two rooms for the winter. Bedrooms were not heated. There was the boy’s bedroom, the girl’s bedroom, and my parents’ bedroom. We had a house. We heated the kitchen all day and the living room in the evening. The summers were sweltering and you were better outside. Every Sunday we had about two dozen chickens for eggs and fried chicken. We would take a calf every spring, feed it grass all year, and slaughter it in the fall. We kept the pigs in pens and had to gather food for them. We used to butcher two, make sausages, and season bacon and ham with salt. We sold several pigs each fall. We had two dairy cows that gave us lots of milk, butter, cottage cheese and buttermilk. We ‘refreshed’ them when they were dry and sold their calves when they were weaned. My mother used to make about 400 liters of canned vegetables each year. We ate fresh in season and home canned for the rest of the year. On a normal weekday, get up at 4am, milk, feed and water my cow, feed and water the pigs, have breakfast and work in the garden until the school bus arrives at 7am. Do my homework on the 45-minute bus ride, then go to classes. Go home with more homework on the bus, then change your clothes and do farm work until dark. After it’s too dark to work, milk, feed and water the animals, then have their dinner. Wash it out on the back porch, weather permitting, or in the living room in the winter. A bath consisted of standing in a tub and scrubbing with a quart of warm soapy water and rinsing with a gallon of cold water. Then to bed. It was farm work from dawn to dusk on Saturdays. On Sundays, only chores. The ranch was half a mile from the nearest neighbor, three miles from the paved road and 27 miles from the ‘big city’ Columbus. We didn’t have a car or a truck, but we did have an antique tractor. there was a light on the pull chain, very limited wall sockets, maybe one per room. We had a radio until one of my brothers broke it (that was before television). It was the Pictured Encyclopedia. I usually read the Bible aloud to my grandfather on Sundays and he paid me $5 each time I finished. I read the Encyclopedia Britannica in the study hall and finished it in eleven. Our cash crops were cotton, corn, and peanuts. We also grew nearly 10 acres of various vegetables and When we got too many, we sold them, too. We planted a few acres of wheat until the Eisenhower administration and gave half of it to the miller to make flour. we gave. The federal government established a ‘land bank’ in which they pay farmers not to farm and require an ‘allocation’ to grow certain crops. Wheat was one of them. As we continued ‘as usual’, the feds threatened my father with hefty fines and jail time unless he destroyed his wheat field. We had to hastily replant with millet, sesame and sorghum (I skipped school for a few weeks) to get the grains we needed to feed the chickens and animals. We ate crappy bread (without wheat flour) for about three months until we readjusted our budget. There wasn’t a lot of cash to buy things. We bought coffee, tea, spices, salt, pepper, extracts, sugar, baking chocolate, aspirin, cod. sex doll blowjob r is oil and nothing else. Sugar was for canning – we grew sorghum for syrup if you want something sweet. Clothing was the biggest expense. We went barefoot at home and wore only shoes to school. My work clothes were last year’s school clothes. My mother sewed with a pedal sewing machine, so our shirts and dresses were homemade. I remember their budget was $5,000 a year. The allocations have cut the amount of cotton and peanuts we are allowed to grow to the point where we can no longer live on. We tried several different approaches to truck farming but were unsuccessful. My parents had an argument and divorced. My mother owned the farm. My father lived on his brother’s charity work. I was told I wasn’t going to graduate high school because I didn’t earn enough credits in my senior year. In 1957 I ran away from home and joined the Air Force. I was told I couldn’t join the army without my high school diploma, but I did. Only Air Force personnel would talk to me. He sent me to MEPS for ASVAB and physical examination. I scored 93 percent on AFQT and maxed out streak scores, so it gave me a waiver. I took the test and got a GED at the first opportunity. I went to tech school for HF radio technician and had a high security clearance because I guess I was brought up very isolated. I tried declaring my mother a dependent but could not because she ‘owns’ the farm. The farm prevented him from receiving welfare or other State benefits. So I opened a joint checking account with my mother, deposited my military salary into her and told her it was a share. ($141 per month! I think the minimum wage was $1/hour.) The Air Force was like heaven to me. I slept until 7 in the morning, PT was not difficult, training was not demanding, and in the evening I had a lot of free time. I also had little money. My contemporaries all had money for beer and cigarettes and they flirted. I couldn’t do it. On the other hand, there was all the food I wanted to eat, unlimited hot water for showers, flush toilets, fitted clothes and shoes, and more books than I could read in the basic library. Every Saturday, USO sponsored a dance at Airman’s Club, so I danced with the girls there. I could go to church in Base Chapel every Sunday. Spending money, repairing CB radios, washing dishes and grilling at the bar, etc. I worked odd jobs outside the base for I earned about $50 a month part time, most of which I spent on my uniform for snuff and haircuts. . I didn’t have many friends as I couldn’t afford to ‘party’ with them. My final year was remote field assignment in Alaska and I wasn’t able to do any off-duty work while I was there, so I had no income. I got my Amateur Radio license there and made phone patch calls to home for everyone. I was number one on the Alaska Air Command promotion list, but I had no streaks. I didn’t have enough rank to stay, so I couldn’t re-enlist in 1961. I didn’t date in high school or the Air Force, and I resented it at the time. My grandfather died while I was in AF, my mother took the open title of the farm, sold it, and moved to Atlanta to be with my sister. I no longer had to support my family and started making real money. Growing up, everyone saw us as ‘poor’. But I think only transportation and stylish clothes were missing. the last song I heard before that
