Financially,I guess we were poor.
Though,I never really knew it.
My father died in '64 when I was 11 years old.
Left my mother to raise my younger brother & me.
She recieved a small amount each month through my dads S.S. benefits.
Pride would not allow her to accept food stamps or other assistance.(tho it was offered)
There were quite a few nights that dinner consisted of elbow macaroni with canned tomato soup sauce. Occasionally a hot dog or two would be chopped up & thrown into the mix.

But we never went to bed hungry,always had a roof over our heads & never went to school with ripped jeans.
Not a person entered our house that wasn't offered something to eat or drink.

Growing up that way,I was given the tools to always find a way to get by,no matter what situation was thrown at me.

I still shop dollar stores & yard sales.
Show me a dumpster & I'll dive in it.
The most expensive thing I've ever bought new was my Taylor guitar.

Truth be told,I still like macaroni & hot dogs.

DB.