Depression Parents

There were many things I took for granted growing up. We were a family of five, the folks and we three brothers. Both sets of grandparents lived in the same small town with us. My dad worked to support us and my mom worked at home to take care of us. One brother went to the elementary school down the road and the other attended the junior high school in town. While we lived in that small town, I was too young to go to school.  Both grandfathers worked at the Chrysler plant in town and had done so since the early 1930s. One grandmother was at home, never having worked outside the home, and the other began cooking at the clinic in town during the war, then later became an LPN. My dad was born at home in this town in 1921 just after his parents moved there and my mother was born at home in Tennessee in 1922, just before her parents made the same move. They went to the schools in town and began their adult lives. My mother graduated from high school in 1940, and my dad from the same school in 1941. Then the war started.