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Bread line in New York City |
My mother told stories about how, in the 1930s she, her parents and four sisters lived in a one bedroom house (still standing on High Street in Washington Court House, Ohio) with a coal stove for heat, a wood stove for cooking, one bare light bulb hanging on the back porch and an outhouse. There was no water heater and bathing was done in a wash tub.
She often spoke of what a treat it was at Christmas time, when the local doctor brought fruit baskets to his poor patients. Fresh fruit was scarce and unaffordable.