Good people

GOOD PEOPLE
 I was lucky to grow up in the company of all four of my grand parents. With my father absent, they became, along with my mother and brothers, my immediate family. All four were born around 1900, give or take a few years. They married and had children in the 1920's, lived through the Great Depression in the 30's and sent their sons to the World War in the 1940's.  The Depression and the War had a deep and lasting influence and by the 1950's they were old by the standard of the times. My mother's parents lived in the country and fared somewhat better than my father's parents who live in the city. It was a good time to have a small farm. Although I didn't realize it at the time, we were all rather poor. For all of their problems I don't ever recall any anger or unhappy times with the grandparents. They were the most consistently positive people I have ever known. They along with a large group of aunts, uncles, cousins and neighbors lived their lives and were for the most part generous and warm and happy. They were the best people I was ever to know. They were good people.