There is an old saying ” there are but two gifts we can give to our children, one is roots, the other is wings”, Anon. Well, I can assure you never were those words more true than in the America of the 1930’s ! And yes, we did go to bed hungry but we didn’t complain, what good would it have done? We simply learned to share, it became our way of life, that and the love of God sustained us ! I worked three jobs until the time of my marriage at age 25, close to “spinsterhood”. Keeping busy was the impetus of the day, and the time-worn admonition, “Idle hands do the devil’s work” was the familiar motto! We sure had roots as family was our “community” and wings translated into “dreams” of which there was always an abundance! How I miss the love that we knew then, it was free of conditions, fear and bribery. Can you imagine, love for the sake of affection?