I don't remember the 30s being born in 37, but during the 40s my mom made my dresses, panties and even our bedsheets from feedsacks. My memories are all good because I never knew just hard my parents had it. Living on a farm we always had beef, pork, chickens and fresh eggs. The day FDR died I remember my dad putting his hand on my shoulder and saying "our president is dead". My memories are happy ones even tho we were at war. I had three uncles and one aunt in the Navy and one aunt in the Army. I remember what happy times when they came home. I could go on and on! Thanks for reading my memories.