Has anybody ever though about what it is like to operate your own farm or run your own business?
One hundred years ago, the United States had millions of individual farmers, who did well in good years and suffered in bad years. Grandparents on my father’s and mother’s side had their own small farms. Neither farm brought in enough money to support the family. Were they justified in applying for help from the government during downturns? Perhaps they were, but in those days government help was almost non-existent. So did my mother’s family or father’s family starve to death? No Way?
My father’s parents worked in seasonal jobs for maybe twenty-five to fifty cents an hour in fruit packing houses to make ends meet. My father’s older brothers worked on the farm and worked as farm hands on neighboring farms to help support the family.
In my mother’s family where her father died when my mother was only 18 months old, there were twelve mouths to feed. My grandmother remarried to a crippled farmhand, and he did limited work. Did anyone starve to death? Again, no way. The older kids did most of the work, and several got jobs bringing in a few dollars a week. Nobody suffered from lack of food, there was a roof over their heads, and they had plenty to occupy their time taking care of the younger kids, helping around the house, and doing daily chores taking care of the livestock.
Was this unfair, since people in town who worked in offices and retail stores had steady income? Why didn’t they voluntarily donate to those poor people on the farm? My devout Catholic grandmother invited priests to Sunday dinners and fed them better than her own family. Why were the priests better than her own children? Why couldn’t the priests donate to my grandmother rather than the other way around?