//I was brought up in the 1930's depression. My father was out of work and we were very poor. So were all the people who lived around us. I did not starve but I was certainly very often hungry. My mother was what might be called 'a good manager'. She would make a stew from bones she had begged from the local butcher and a few vegetables. I remember my father coming home from the local tip where he had found some potatoes growing in a corner. Great! Our clothes were patched and darned and in the winter we shivered at night under a couple of very thin blankets. Somehow or other we survived, and here I am nearly 86 and still here! And, believe it or not, I had a happy childhood, because one thing was not lacking in our house - love//
And the cinema a lot so it seems!!!