I was raised in a poor, working-class family. We lived in a small town where we all knew each other. Most of the men were farmers or worked in nearby factories. There were some craftsmen. Most of the women stayed at home and spent days in the field, in the stable, or behind the stove.
No one really stood out from the average, not by education or wealth. We possessed very little… and we had everything. Because we didn’t know what we were missing, we were happy with what was available.