I am 73, and remember everything that Pete talked about, aparently he came from a poor farm family also! Our first TV came when I got one in 68 when I got married. When we went to town in the bed of dads 49 chevy pickup, on sat night to get groceries, mom and dad rode in front with whoever was the baby at the time, and us kids rode in back. we would only see TV when we went in the John Deere dealers show room, and he had coke for a nickle, and Blackstone the magician on his TV.There ended up being 6 of us kids by 1951,and we didn't know that we were poor. I wouldn't trade my life with anyone, and am happy that I learned to harness horses, ride a gelding of my own,cultivate corn with hand lift cultivators on a F20 Farmall, plow with a L Case, where you dropped the front wheel in the furrow, and set back and almost steered it self,scoop off ear corn, into the elevator going up to the roof of the corn crib, and hurry back to the field with the empty wagon, to pickup the wagon dad was filling. Bucking bales for the neighbors to earn 1 1/2 cents a bale for spending money,being taught to help a cow , by pulling a calf, that didn't want to come out in 20 deg weather( don't blame it), swimming in a somewhat muddy hole in Little Blue creek, catching Blue Gill and sunfish, with a cane pole, hunting squirels, with an old single shot 410, which I used in the stalk fields in the winter, to get cottontail rabbits. Dad was stingy with shells, but didn't mind if you brought in squirels, or rabbits. THOSE WERE GOOD DAYS!