I just now realized this, and I am 83 years old.
I was born in 1936, during the depths of the Depression. People kept having babies, whether they could afford them or not.
I was born in Ft. Madison, Iowa, a Railroad town, that had plenty of cheap housing for its workers. My father's mother owned one of these houses that she allowed my parents to live in for free.
The last time I was in Ft. Madison (for a family reunion) a cousin of mine took us on a tour of the West End, where we had lived. The little house I was born in was gone, torn down for its timber.
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