was a deprived existence by today's standards. We didn't understand
that. Nobody had any money. We had been through miserable times
economically: businesses folded, the drought, soil dried up
and blew away, no crops, mortgages foreclosed, there was just
a lot of suffering. My family was never cold or hungry and we
had clothes, so we were relatively all right. But we had nothing
else. My dad never took a vacation, we never went out of the
state, there was no travel at all. This little town was all
you had. In many ways it was a marvelous life. We made kites;
we'd buy a nickel orange crate and cut the lumber up and make
model planes; hiked; we swam in the old creeks around there.
We were totally happy, but there was no money.
Hugh Sidey, quoted in Roy Hoopes, Americans Remember the Home