Thanks for sharing. I grew up in that era in NYC where we felt the depression in a different way. No food to cook until papa brought home his paycheck. Not very much for a family of five. remember Mama starching the hell out of a pair of holey cutains to hang in the kitchen window. No other food except what you could afford to buy at the store, local not supermarkets. I was very little but it evidently made quite an impression on me as I still remember, and always have a full pantry and fridge.