It's good to look back and recall all those happy moments. We were dirt poor, but as my brother said "Everyone was poor then - we were all just too happy to notice it." I remember the canning we did; the gardens we planted; and most of all - I recall Mother and Daddy fixing a big box of food for a neighbor family, when we could just about afford our own food, but most of it was raised on the farm.
Everyone worked and helped one another. We did a lot of walking and all the neighborhood kids would get together for a game of "kick the can", hide and seek, or some other made up game.