Hearing my dad tell stories of walking to and from school along the train tracks in the winter looking for lumps of coal to help heat their home, delivering newspapers, groceries, and finding/doing whatever odd jobs they could as 7, 8, 9 year-olds to bring in money for the family.
My mom selling and delivering eggs at 6 years old. Her big adventure, was every so often, getting to ride the horse into town with her brothers and sisters. My grandmother taking in other people's laundry, making quilts and afghans to sell, while grandpa farmed and worked at the town general store.
Neither have ever said they were "poor" growing up in the depression. (Dad was born in 1924, Mom in 1928). Since everyone around them was mostly in the same boat. (Dad's family was a little worse off then others, as his father died when he was 3 years old.) But they recall that they gave to charities "To help the poor people and those worse off then themselves".
We have the richest poor people in the world, and have destroyed not only the family, but the incentive to work.
http://dailysignal.com/2014/09/16/war-poverty-colossal-flop/