My dad was born in 1930, his dad died in 1933. His mother was pregnant with his brother and suddenly found herself single, pregnant and how was she going to support two children in that era. My father told me the things they had to eat to survive. He saved everything. Even as an adult with a decent job I saw him look in the trash for what he perceived as wasted food. I feel blessed he gave me a good life and at the same time spoiled for not having experienced it. He told me he never wanted us to have to live like that. RIP Dad.