golly, i've read all your posts about being poor and had to smile and have sympathy for all. the reason for the smile is that i can relate all too well to the poor days. I was born in 1936 so grew up during World War II, when we had to have government issued rationing stamps in order to buy most anything. Reminds me of the poor old rattlesnake who was so poor he didn't have a pit to hiss in! One thing I vowed to never have when I grew up was an outdoor crapper. And never did again after I got married in 1954. Then after 22 years of marriage and 2 kids later, my dear husband died at the ripe old age of 44 from heart problems and I was left a widow at 40 to finish raising a 13 year old daughter. I still live in the same house as husband and I bought in 1965. I still work part time (i'm a barber). And I thank God every day for good enough health that I still can work. And I'm still thankful every day for an indoor crapper, lol.