Most people viewing these photos probably look at them as ancient history. At 80 years old I look at the photos as current events. I appreciate your good work on this project.. 😊 👍
@@dwightpowell6673 I treated them like they treated me respect 💯this was a country setting lot us didn't have neighbors the town was 5 stores a bar but my family lived outside of the tiny village. Black folks had their farms. And were well respected. True story. We had a place we would go and party in the woods. We had Black friends who would come there sometime some outsiders came there to run them off. Wrong that didn't end well for them! But all that's gone so or most of the great folks Black and white I miss them greatly 😕😪😔
I was born in 1934 in central Illinois right in the middle of the Great Depression. My mother worked the fields with my grandfather andmI was raised pretty much by my grandma. Went to a one room school from 1st grade through the 1st half of 6th grade. School had electricity but no indoor plumbing - outhouses out back of the school. One teacher, Miss Flickenger who taught 1st though 8th grades (and taught very well indeed) and we averaged about 10-12 students total. My grandparents (who raised me) moved to a town called London Mills where I entered the 2nd semester of the 6th grade. First time in my life that I took a shower since we only had a hand pump in the kitchen at our old farm. There bath time was a galvanized washtub in the kitchen with water heated on our old wood-fired cook stove, and that was once a week! Times were tough but we all worked to help out and we made it through. Looking back, I just wish my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren could have it as good today as I had it back then. Sure, we didn't have TV, just an AM radio that worked most of the time. Movies for 10 cents had news reels showing what was going on in the world, WW2 among other things, and there were always 2 cartoons shown before the actual movie. Good old days! No drugs, everybody had guns and never shot anybody unless they deserved it. (Usually!!)) Raised nearly all of our food and canned most of it. Butchered a hog and a steer at least once a year and cured the meat at home. Damn, I really miss those days.
Seeing all the canning jars and pressure cooker brings back a time for me with my Father canning vegetables from his garden. I still do this today, 68 years old and have a good supply of food.
Most of those people were poor, yet very rich. Even though these pictures were before my time, they still remind me of my youth. We had more than most of these people, and yet there is something about it that takes me back.
@@JoDo777 That thought would have merit if we were conscience of our previous failings. If we get better each time we come back then I must have been a shocker 🙃
I grew up in a ranching community in 1970’s. It was so familiar with the pictures. I first learned to drive at age 9 in a 65 Chevy and 1946 Ford truck. I always felt the 1940’s cars were not all that old. We spent about 14-17 hours a day working. The older men at church had fought in WW1. It was a hard but beautiful life. Church was the highlight of our week. Sunday and Wednesday nights were a 40 mile drive and school was a 50 mile drive. My classes had desks made in the 30’s and you could find your parents and grandparents in those who had graduated 8th grade years before at the same 3 room schoolhouse.
@@jediknight38 yes and no. Not really easy. We had to drive in very adverse conditions. We had deep top soil and a lot of spring / fall rain and snow. We had 10 miles of dirt roads before we hit pavement. Even then, we were driving on single lane roads and the challenges of blowing tires and older style brakes etc. Our drivers license tests were a simple drive around town parallel park, etc. By the time I graduated high school, I had driven almost 200,000 miles. It was 150+ miles round trip to school every day. It was 300 miles to ElPaso Tx the closest large city. I’d go back in a heartbeat
We look back at times like these with a certain nostalgia. What we don't realize is that in 60-80 years, people will look back at the time we're living in right now the same way.
Maybe. Or they might call this "the Little Dark Ages." Remember how wacky everybody was in "The Road to Wellville", a spoof of some of the health fads from the beginning of the 1900's? Kind of like that.
The "FSA" was the Farm Security Administration, a New Deal program started in 1937 under President Roosevelt to target extreme poverty in rural America from the Great Depression. It supported jobs, training, conservation programs, self help food growing etc. Those were hard times.
Hey! The Caribou, Maine potato picker? We did that as kids! Hired out to a local farmer, picked potatoes in a basket like this one, hoisted them from the ground to the top of the barrel and emptied the basket. When the barrel was full, we were all given “tickets” that had a number on them, each person had a different number assigned to them, so we could be paid for every barrel picked (about 50 cents a barrel in the 1970s). We got up before sun rise, the farmer had a bus or pickup truck to pick us up and deliver us to the potato field where they were digging with a tractor and a “digger” attached that would dig two rows at a time. The farmer paced out a section he figured we could pick and keep up with, and we were responsible for that area as long as we were in that field. We knew our picking territory because it was marked with a section stick the farmer would gather from the bushes to give to us to mark our place. Hard work, great memories, and it taught us so much about responsibility and economics, as we bought school supplies and Christmas presents with the money we earned (putting stuff we hoped to purchase on lay away and paying it off as we earned the money). Yup - school let us out for 3 weeks every Fall to help get the harvest in. There should be a course in school for this called potato picking 101 - best way to learn many valuable and practical things!
I enjoyed the video! It's very telling. I was moved by the road signs, the families gathered round the tables-where was the woman of the house in the photo where the table was full of stair step children and a man? Perhaps she didn't want to be in the photo, or she had died in childbirth? One other picture stood out-the two boys carrying their lunch pails. I think it's the stark contrast with the other children, shoeless and wearing tattered clothes. Thank you YTT for this thoughtful collection. God bless..
People in the 1940's were far tougher than today. They did their part to help the war effort by using meager rations supplemented by what they could grow or hunt. These are the grandparents/great grandparents that still wash and reuse aluminum foil today because of lessons learned when life was hard. With war rationing in the 1940's per week consisted of: This is a typical weekly food ration for an adult: Bacon & Ham 4 oz Other meat (equivalent to 2 chops) Butter 2 oz Cheese 2 oz Margarine 4 oz Cooking fat 4 oz Milk 3 pints Sugar 8 oz Preserves 1 lb every 2 months Tea 2 oz Eggs 1 fresh egg (plus allowance of dried egg) Sweets 12 oz every 4 weeks
My late wife would have loved to see the hay stacker photo taken in Caldwell Co. Idaho. She grew up on her grandparents farm in near Nampa in the late 1930s.
The inner strength and character of those people in these photos reinforces the notion that they were the Greatest Generation, Looked hard but saw no fat folks in these pictures. I certainly hope the descendants of these folks are as resilient as this generation was or these could be photos of the future.
There's nothing noble about being poor. These people died at a young age and by diseases that we can take pills for today. They would have gladly took indoor plumbing and modern conveniences if they could have. They dreamed of a better life.
I was visiting friends in Castleton VT a week ago. This was the only other reference I've ever seen to that town. I was born in 1947 at a farmhouse with no electric service and a hand water pump in the kitchen in Conn. Not everyone knows there were still houses like that then.
Photos came close to home for me, born in 1939 in red hill country of SC. Know what poverty is like. Hardworking people finally climbed out of the economic hole pretty much in the 1960s from my observation.
Back then they worked hard was for the most part happy, family was the most important part of their lives. They knew no different but willing to work hard for what they had unlike today.
My mom grew up in a house that didn't have an inside bathroom until the mid 50's and was only about 25 miles from downtown St. Louis MO. When I was a kid up until about the mid 80's we still butchered hogs at my grandparents house, my job was to keep the fires going under the kettles to supply hot water for cleaning things and to render the fat down into lard and boil all the scraps down to make cook meat. It was pretty neat, I got to play with fire and not get yelled at for it. The worst job was cleaning the hog intestines out so they could be used to make sausage, I got stuck helping to do that a few times.After my grandpa died, my uncle raised hogs for a few more years and then quit doing it so we don't do any butchering any more. I wish we did, I wish my son could see how it's done. Nowadays most people don't have any idea how their food ends up on their table.
The photo at 1:20, reqlly hits home. We had the exact same stove as long as I can remember. It was Grandmothers, when the folks married and built a new house ( Old farm house was small and decrepid) , that old cook stove moved along too. Served well till the electric range was bought in the early 50s. Old cook stove moved into the basement wash room and was used for heating wager for the Maytag wringer wash machine, and for canning. Was used there till I moved out and married in the 70s. Stove still is in that house till brother abandoned the house and let it fall in. Hope to see if I can recover the stove this summer, restore it and use it here for stand by when power or fails or LP is unavailable these days!
These old photos really bring an overwhelming feeling for me. But the music gives me such an overwhelming Deja vu I have been searching for the composer can you give me the name.
@@ronaldfazekas6492 No one here said bring back the depression. The O.P. is referring to hard working people, doing what they can to survive. With war rationing in the 1940's per week consisted of: This is a typical weekly food ration for an adult: Bacon & Ham 4 oz Other meat (equivalent to 2 chops) Butter 2 oz Cheese 2 oz Margarine 4 oz Cooking fat 4 oz Milk 3 pints Sugar 8 oz Preserves 1 lb every 2 months Tea 2 oz Eggs 1 fresh egg (plus allowance of dried egg) Sweets 12 oz every 4 weeks People in the 1940's were far tougher than today. They did their part to help the war effort by using meager rations supplemented by what they could grow or hunt. These are the grandparents/great grandparents that still wash and reuse aluminum foil today because of lessons learned when life was hard.
@@markfrench8892 Did I miss the part where the O.P. had that era of American history in mind? I'm a visible minority, and I wish I could go back to the 1950's/1960's. Are you one of those self-hating caucasians that is always offended on my behalf? If so, stop it. You do more harm than good.
My grandfather was born in Breathitt County, KY. By the time that photograph was taken in 1940, it was called Wolfe county because of it's infamous name Bleeding Breathitt from all of the feuds including political assassination's.
@@sandraargo8382 Course, times was tough and money was scarce enough back then People was some resourceful though, and that was how the phrase "on the rag" done got invented.
I live in Nashville. I worked with a young lady ( in the '80's ) that grew up in Caribou Maine. She told us about getting out of school to go work in the potato fields when she was growing up. I really liked the last picture of the hunters.
No fat kids, and probably getting a better education than today (4:27). Not spending time worrying about whether they were binary, or what their preferred gender pronoun was.
No... they just spent their lives convinced something was wrong with them because somebody before them had a very small mind and thought people can only fit into two categories. They were probably depressed or alcoholic or abusive or miserable/terrible in some other way because they were unhappy from trying to conform to a overly simplistic understanding of people.
@@jennamakesbugs Well, given the percentage of those who identify as transgender in the US is calculated at 0.6% of the population, in a school of probably 25 kids, there might be a kid with a transgender toe in the school, I suppose.
@@drewby613 So now you have added a 3rd category that people are allowed to be. Good start. Keep going. OR just let people decide what they are for themselves and stop trying to fit them into molds that you can understand.
@@jennamakesbugs Show me where I said people can’t decide “what they are *for themselves*” as you put it. “For themselves” means without some gender activist nattering at them about any of this, creating suggestions and peer pressure to not be, heaven forfend, “CIS-gender.” That’s what the children in the classroom picture are free of-the “wokies” getting into their brains and trying to do a rewire. Stop interfering in people’s lives and thoughts. Respect the independence of the psyche of the individual! Stop trying to engineer outcomes. Just stop! Nobody made you people king or queen of the world, FFS.
Probably the majority of these photos show people who would have been described as poor, poor in a way that people now would have a hard time grasping. My dad grew up in rural Texas during this era and like many others the family lost their land to the bank when prices dropped too low for them to be able to make payments. Yet you don't see the squalor and degradation that you see nowadays at the bottom of the ladder. People had a resourcefulness that's been lost, along with a sense of self-pride that's very different from today's "self-esteem." Drug use and government assistance replacing family and community obligation changed all that. Ironically the well-intentioned folk you see in the pictures checking on conditions in rural schools and giving pressure cookers to farmers' wives helped bring about this destruction. Those students were probably better educated and the housewives ran better households than their descendants today, but at least now they have TV and smartphones so there's that.
These people didn't starve, any more than my parents who were born in 1900 and 1908. This was just everyday life for all of them. You planted the fields and grew the gardens and tended the animals. If you didn't own land, then you went hunting and fishing, and worked at jobs as there was always work. Google says: Under the guidance of the Departments of the Interior and Agriculture, CCC employees fought forest fires, planted millions of trees, cleared and maintained access roads, re-seeded grazing lands and implemented soil-erosion controls. The CCC lasted from 1933-1942 and employed 3 million men.
@@Jibbie49 You make a good point and a good perspective; there is a difference between poverty and starvation. I raised two children by myself in the 90's and I mean by MYSELF...no help from anyone; not parents, G' parents, no one. I worked at a local manufacturing shop and my income was about $18,000 a year, which was considered poverty level for a family of three. Was it a struggle....absolutely yes...did we ever go without food on the table...absolutely NOT. So, jibbie49...thanks for that clarification.
So many people without shoes. It makes me wonder if they ever got comfortable walking and didn't mind it or whether their feet caused them serious problems as time passed. I can't imagine not having shoes.
Political correctness allowed this BS to gain ground. Working class in this country only had a few good years, starting with the end of WW2 till the 80’s, then began the slide. People who refuse to improve their lot and blame others are simply freeloaders and deserve no respect.
I was born in Britain in 1944. There were people in my village who had no shoes, or just one pair for Sunday and a pair of rubber boots for when the rain and mud got too much. (Not warm like Georgia!) However, by the time I was six, even the poorest families had shoes, but second-hand clothes were valued, and if you had a yard (garden) you grew food rather than flowers, and although we had rations, 1 egg per person per week, meant keeping a few chickens was a necessity. I feel fellow feeling for the rural poor of 30's and 40's America, please don't think that Europe was full of well fed lords and ladies.
Most of these scenes made me feel sad that they didn't have shoes and their clothes, in many cases, were just rags. The "Land of Opportunity" seems to have passed them by.
Now you just listen here. We didn't need a bunch a fancy duds. We wasn't no city dwellers. Shoes was something that you wore to church and in the winter. Opportunity was everywhere, much as it is now. They just wasn't opportunities to play video games and purcase needless accessories.
Oh, and just to add, my Granny's house, where I grew up, had a well, for clean and tasty spring water, fortunately, because our neighbours, who like us had no mains water supply, had to walk a quarter of a mile to the village pump, to get drinking water, unless they paid a local farmer, with a horse and cart to take and bring back buckets two or three times a week. You forget these things. I went to school in a neighbouring village four miles away across the fields, I did get a lift though, like 'rerun, in the Snoopy cartoon, on a seat on the back of mum's bike.
Ah caint believe thay ain't no picture of a pack of hounds what got a raccoon cornered in a tree. Them days we was eating us some right nice coon sausage and hams as well as just plain old roasted up whole raccoon carcass. Caint say as they make a decent gravy, but the meat is right tasty and moist. Fact is fresh caught meat was a staple for most of the families in our holler. We done alright on the odd deer, a passle of coons and possums, some snared up rabbits, and a few squirrels. Granny could cook up pretty near anything we catched, including water snakes, turtles, and crows, and make it taste delicious. You don't get a variety of food like that these days.
These pics were taken by: The Farm Security Administration (FSA), a New Deal agency created in 1937 to combat rural poverty during the Great Depression in the United States.
I didn't se any grafitti on the walls. I thought it was poverty that brought that on. I guess these people are tooo busy trying to survive. No guvmnt handout for the lazy back then.
If the breathitt ssuperintendent was alive today and seen the state of American schools today he would be aghast. Especially with the violence and push for the transgender movement...
I'm still trying to figure out why did poor families keep making so many kids. They were like rabbits. Still do too. Why do poor families keep popping out babies. Do they think that tax check will make them rich.
Well it was part of life and still is. It wasn't like anyone was preaching at you. I'm vegan so I could have done without the dead pigs. Oh wait, nobody was telling me to eat bacon...silly man
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Most people viewing these photos probably look at them as ancient history. At 80 years old I look at the photos as current events. I appreciate your good work on this project.. 😊 👍
Glad you are still kicking sir my brother is 83 still kicking just not as high we grew up in rural Virginia
@@RT-fe1mu how did your family treat the black people in your town?
@@dwightpowell6673 I treated them like they treated me respect 💯this was a country setting lot us didn't have neighbors the town was 5 stores a bar but my family lived outside of the tiny village. Black folks had their farms. And were well respected. True story. We had a place we would go and party in the woods. We had Black friends who would come there sometime some outsiders came there to run them off. Wrong that didn't end well for them! But all that's gone so or most of the great folks Black and white I miss them greatly 😕😪😔
I was born in 1934 in central Illinois right in the middle of the Great Depression. My mother worked the fields with my grandfather andmI was raised pretty much by my grandma. Went to a one room school from 1st grade through the 1st half of 6th grade. School had electricity but no indoor plumbing - outhouses out back of the school. One teacher, Miss Flickenger who taught 1st though 8th grades (and taught very well indeed) and we averaged about 10-12 students total. My grandparents (who raised me) moved to a town called London Mills where I entered the 2nd semester of the 6th grade. First time in my life that I took a shower since we only had a hand pump in the kitchen at our old farm. There bath time was a galvanized washtub in the kitchen with water heated on our old wood-fired cook stove, and that was once a week! Times were tough but we all worked to help out and we made it through. Looking back, I just wish my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren could have it as good today as I had it back then. Sure, we didn't have TV, just an AM radio that worked most of the time. Movies for 10 cents had news reels showing what was going on in the world, WW2 among other things, and there were always 2 cartoons shown before the actual movie. Good old days! No drugs, everybody had guns and never shot anybody unless they deserved it. (Usually!!)) Raised nearly all of our food and canned most of it. Butchered a hog and a steer at least once a year and cured the meat at home. Damn, I really miss those days.
Thanks for sharing!!!"
This is awesome, what a time to have experienced.
i think it's important that images like this be captured and shared. It's interesting to see where we came from!
Seeing all the canning jars and pressure cooker brings back a time for me with my Father canning vegetables from his garden. I still do this today, 68 years old and have a good supply of food.
An amazing collection of rural Americana photos from the 194O era: very good!
Wow, when families stayed and worked TOGETHER!!!
No distractions, no internet, OR CELL PHONES!!!!
They were great days!
Most of those people were poor, yet very rich. Even though these pictures were before my time, they still remind me of my youth. We had more than most of these people, and yet there is something about it that takes me back.
Poor is a perception we were taught.
@@simonjdouglass1978 exactly. people don't understand how good we have it
Very Sad to consider that almost every person in those photos has passed on . Life is but a vapor.
Thank you for putting this video together .
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I agree!
Most of us come back to do reruns until we get it right
@@JoDo777 That thought would have merit if we were conscience of our previous failings. If we get better each time we come back then I must have been a shocker 🙃
@@Charlie-xp9lq ikr - I don't wana do this again lol
I grew up in a ranching community in 1970’s. It was so familiar with the pictures. I first learned to drive at age 9 in a 65 Chevy and 1946 Ford truck. I always felt the 1940’s cars were not all that old. We spent about 14-17 hours a day working. The older men at church had fought in WW1. It was a hard but beautiful life. Church was the highlight of our week. Sunday and Wednesday nights were a 40 mile drive and school was a 50 mile drive. My classes had desks made in the 30’s and you could find your parents and grandparents in those who had graduated 8th grade years before at the same 3 room schoolhouse.
It's easy to learn how to drive while living in the country. Harldy any traffic, no need to parallel park....ect.
@@jediknight38 yes and no. Not really easy. We had to drive in very adverse conditions. We had deep top soil and a lot of spring / fall rain and snow. We had 10 miles of dirt roads before we hit pavement. Even then, we were driving on single lane roads and the challenges of blowing tires and older style brakes etc.
Our drivers license tests were a simple drive around town parallel park, etc.
By the time I graduated high school, I had driven almost 200,000 miles. It was 150+ miles round trip to school every day. It was 300 miles to ElPaso Tx the closest large city.
I’d go back in a heartbeat
And your parents who went to that three room school are probably smarter and has more sense then this generation
@@0159ralph lol… yes. We all went to 3 room school house at the Peniasco elementary school. PE was often tubing in the river next to the school.
We look back at times like these with a certain nostalgia. What we don't realize is that in 60-80 years, people will look back at the time we're living in right now the same way.
Maybe. Or they might call this "the Little Dark Ages." Remember how wacky everybody was in "The Road to Wellville", a spoof of some of the health fads from the beginning of the 1900's? Kind of like that.
Can’t get enough of them GREAT
Good pics. We were still cooking sorghum like that up into the early 60’s in East Tenn.
I knew people in West Virginia who didn’t have indoor plumbing until the 90’s, my mother didn’t get a bathroom in her home until 1974.
Great photos of real life! Thank you.
Awesome video. Thank you for sharing and the time and effort you put in to each one of these .
This was very informative, thought provoking and interesting. Nice music as well. Thank you.
The "FSA" was the Farm Security Administration, a New Deal program started in 1937 under President Roosevelt to target extreme poverty in rural America from the Great Depression. It supported jobs, training, conservation programs, self help food growing etc. Those were hard times.
The black people on those New Deal programs were paid less than the white people who were on the same program doing the same work....was that fair?
Thank you. Enjoyed this immensely.
Hey! The Caribou, Maine potato picker? We did that as kids! Hired out to a local farmer, picked potatoes in a basket like this one, hoisted them from the ground to the top of the barrel and emptied the basket. When the barrel was full, we were all given “tickets” that had a number on them, each person had a different number assigned to them, so we could be paid for every barrel picked (about 50 cents a barrel in the 1970s). We got up before sun rise, the farmer had a bus or pickup truck to pick us up and deliver us to the potato field where they were digging with a tractor and a “digger” attached that would dig two rows at a time. The farmer paced out a section he figured we could pick and keep up with, and we were responsible for that area as long as we were in that field. We knew our picking territory because it was marked with a section stick the farmer would gather from the bushes to give to us to mark our place. Hard work, great memories, and it taught us so much about responsibility and economics, as we bought school supplies and Christmas presents with the money we earned (putting stuff we hoped to purchase on lay away and paying it off as we earned the money). Yup - school let us out for 3 weeks every Fall to help get the harvest in. There should be a course in school for this called potato picking 101 - best way to learn many valuable and practical things!
Thanks for sharing!
Still have some "Atlas" square canning jars in use today! Love the Pressure canner!
Thanks for the great pictures!
I loved those photos. Both my parents were kids back then in Mississippi and Georgia and those pics could've been taken of their lives.
I enjoyed the video! It's very telling.
I was moved by the road signs, the families gathered round the tables-where was the woman of the house in the photo where the table was full of stair step children and a man? Perhaps she didn't want to be in the photo, or she had died in childbirth?
One other picture stood out-the two boys carrying their lunch pails. I think it's the stark contrast with the other children, shoeless and wearing tattered clothes.
Thank you YTT for this thoughtful collection.
God bless..
She was "waiting table" like my grandmother did. When everyone was served and eating, she would join in.
People in the 1940's were far tougher than today. They did their part to help the war effort by using meager rations supplemented by what they could grow or hunt.
These are the grandparents/great grandparents that still wash and reuse aluminum foil today because of lessons learned when life was hard.
With war rationing in the 1940's per week consisted of:
This is a typical weekly food ration for an adult:
Bacon & Ham 4 oz
Other meat (equivalent to 2 chops)
Butter 2 oz
Cheese 2 oz
Margarine 4 oz
Cooking fat 4 oz
Milk 3 pints
Sugar 8 oz
Preserves 1 lb every 2 months
Tea 2 oz
Eggs 1 fresh egg (plus allowance of dried egg)
Sweets 12 oz every 4 weeks
That brought back a bunch of memories.
Many thanks for this excellent video.
I am so addicted to this channel.
Your music to these pictures is so relaxing and lets you sink into the Places so long ago
Love your videos
My late wife would have loved to see the hay stacker photo taken in Caldwell Co. Idaho. She grew up on her grandparents farm in near Nampa in the late 1930s.
my oldest son was born in nampa.. i grew up out that way :)
The inner strength and character of those people in these photos reinforces the notion that they were the Greatest Generation, Looked hard but saw no fat folks in these pictures. I certainly hope the descendants of these folks are as resilient as this generation was or these could be photos of the future.
There's nothing noble about being poor. These people died at a young age and by diseases that we can take pills for today. They would have gladly took indoor plumbing and modern conveniences if they could have. They dreamed of a better life.
No fat people because food was scarce.
So true, and well said!!!
@@dwightpowell6673 and everyone was busy, not sitting on the couch playing video games, or on cell phones!!!!
@@ronaldmayle1823 Pills? Lol!!!
I was visiting friends in Castleton VT a week ago. This was the only other reference I've ever seen to that town.
I was born in 1947 at a farmhouse with no electric service and a hand water pump in the kitchen in Conn. Not everyone knows there were still houses like that then.
Shoot, we still had a hand pump outside well into the 70's. Water tasted just like copper too.
In Hampden Mass in the 60's The people two houses from us had an outhouse and the hand pump in the kitchen.
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I love seeing this video showing the history of the past keep it up
Photos came close to home for me, born in 1939 in red hill country of SC. Know what poverty is like. Hardworking people finally climbed out of the economic hole pretty much in the 1960s from my observation.
Back then they worked hard was for the most part happy, family was the most important part of their lives. They knew no different but willing to work hard for what they had unlike today.
Totally opposite of today!! It also says something really good about YOU to be envious of such times. You are a great person!!!
Very true as long as you were of European dissent and healthy. Medicine sucked in those days. Minorities couldn't get decent employment.
I found this channel quite by accident and I'm glad I did. Just subbed.
Thank you.
Thank you!
Keep up the amazing work i really hope your channel gains alot of success
Very interesting. I would like to see more pictures of South Georgia back then. Please
Outstanding work on this video!
And people complain today of hardships. Really? We have been ,for the most part, very fortunate.
Thank you
Reminds me of growing up in the Ozark hills. Very familiar. Thanks.
My mom grew up in a house that didn't have an inside bathroom until the mid 50's and was only about 25 miles from downtown St. Louis MO. When I was a kid up until about the mid 80's we still butchered hogs at my grandparents house, my job was to keep the fires going under the kettles to supply hot water for cleaning things and to render the fat down into lard and boil all the scraps down to make cook meat. It was pretty neat, I got to play with fire and not get yelled at for it. The worst job was cleaning the hog intestines out so they could be used to make sausage, I got stuck helping to do that a few times.After my grandpa died, my uncle raised hogs for a few more years and then quit doing it so we don't do any butchering any more. I wish we did, I wish my son could see how it's done. Nowadays most people don't have any idea how their food ends up on their table.
Nicely done, thank you.
I loved this, thank you
My old Kentucky home. Thanks.
Excellent photographs.
you might get a kick out of this one: th-cam.com/video/qhh-Mb1AZC8/w-d-xo.html
Always great pictures and perfect background music that ads to the emotion and longing for a simpler time. What is the music you use?
@@YesterdayTodayTribute Thank you.
The photo at 1:20, reqlly hits home. We had the exact same stove as long as I can remember. It was Grandmothers, when the folks married and built a new house ( Old farm house was small and decrepid) , that old cook stove moved along too. Served well till the electric range was bought in the early 50s. Old cook stove moved into the basement wash room and was used for heating wager for the Maytag wringer wash machine, and for canning. Was used there till I moved out and married in the 70s. Stove still is in that house till brother abandoned the house and let it fall in. Hope to see if I can recover the stove this summer, restore it and use it here for stand by when power or fails or LP is unavailable these days!
Really interesting. At least a couple photos were taken in my home County, Caswell Co., NC.
These old photos really bring an overwhelming feeling for me. But the music gives me such an overwhelming Deja vu I have been searching for the composer can you give me the name.
This channel always plays the best music
This used to be a damn good country.
Before LBJ killed JFK then unleashed animals. on America!.
Sure--let's bring back the Depression, starvation, and ruined farmlands
@@ronaldfazekas6492 No one here said bring back the depression.
The O.P. is referring to hard working people, doing what they can to survive. With war rationing in the 1940's per week consisted of:
This is a typical weekly food ration for an adult:
Bacon & Ham 4 oz
Other meat (equivalent to 2 chops)
Butter 2 oz
Cheese 2 oz
Margarine 4 oz
Cooking fat 4 oz
Milk 3 pints
Sugar 8 oz
Preserves 1 lb every 2 months
Tea 2 oz
Eggs 1 fresh egg (plus allowance of dried egg)
Sweets 12 oz every 4 weeks
People in the 1940's were far tougher than today. They did their part to help the war effort by using meager rations supplemented by what they could grow or hunt.
These are the grandparents/great grandparents that still wash and reuse aluminum foil today because of lessons learned when life was hard.
Oh yeah. With the genocide of the native Americans and slavery and pure prejudice against anyone that was not white.
@@markfrench8892 Did I miss the part where the O.P. had that era of American history in mind?
I'm a visible minority, and I wish I could go back to the 1950's/1960's.
Are you one of those self-hating caucasians that is always offended on my behalf? If so, stop it. You do more harm than good.
My grandfather was born in Breathitt County, KY. By the time that photograph was taken in 1940, it was called Wolfe county because of it's infamous name Bleeding Breathitt from all of the feuds including political assassination's.
Enjoy very much thank you
Boy times were tough back then poor kids dont have shoes to wear
white privilege
Course in them times you didn't need no fancy shoes. There weren't no gangs a-hanging out and Air Jordans wasn't even invented.
My mother cut cardboard to put in my shoes to cover the holes. And used rags for Kotex!!! 1950’s.
@@sandraargo8382 Course, times was tough and money was scarce enough back then People was some resourceful though, and that was how the phrase "on the rag" done got invented.
would have been sooo much better without captions obscuring the photos
I live in Nashville. I worked with a young lady ( in the '80's ) that grew up in Caribou Maine. She told us about getting out of school to go work in the potato fields when she was growing up. I really liked the last picture of the hunters.
OMG. I can't even imagine how much work it was to do all that canning. @10:12. Good Lord. The Millers were a force!
Lots of Shorpy worked photos all wrapped up in one video. Good exposure for the site.
you might get a kick out of this one: th-cam.com/video/qhh-Mb1AZC8/w-d-xo.html
No fat kids, and probably getting a better education than today (4:27). Not spending time worrying about whether they were binary, or what their preferred gender pronoun was.
You might like this one: th-cam.com/video/RbEaiNAFQE8/w-d-xo.html
No... they just spent their lives convinced something was wrong with them because somebody before them had a very small mind and thought people can only fit into two categories. They were probably depressed or alcoholic or abusive or miserable/terrible in some other way because they were unhappy from trying to conform to a overly simplistic understanding of people.
@@jennamakesbugs Well, given the percentage of those who identify as transgender in the US is calculated at 0.6% of the population, in a school of probably 25 kids, there might be a kid with a transgender toe in the school, I suppose.
@@drewby613 So now you have added a 3rd category that people are allowed to be. Good start. Keep going. OR just let people decide what they are for themselves and stop trying to fit them into molds that you can understand.
@@jennamakesbugs Show me where I said people can’t decide “what they are *for themselves*” as you put it. “For themselves” means without some gender activist nattering at them about any of this, creating suggestions and peer pressure to not be, heaven forfend, “CIS-gender.” That’s what the children in the classroom picture are free of-the “wokies” getting into their brains and trying to do a rewire. Stop interfering in people’s lives and thoughts. Respect the independence of the psyche of the individual! Stop trying to engineer outcomes. Just stop! Nobody made you people king or queen of the world, FFS.
Nice old photo!
But, please can you change the canned music!?!?
I’d seriously trade right now and go back there to live..
Probably the majority of these photos show people who would have been described as poor, poor in a way that people now would have a hard time grasping. My dad grew up in rural Texas during this era and like many others the family lost their land to the bank when prices dropped too low for them to be able to make payments.
Yet you don't see the squalor and degradation that you see nowadays at the bottom of the ladder. People had a resourcefulness that's been lost, along with a sense of self-pride that's very different from today's "self-esteem."
Drug use and government assistance replacing family and community obligation changed all that. Ironically the well-intentioned folk you see in the pictures checking on conditions in rural schools and giving pressure cookers to farmers' wives helped bring about this destruction. Those students were probably better educated and the housewives ran better households than their descendants today, but at least now they have TV and smartphones so there's that.
I CAN DIG IT!
Homesteading is disappearing, glad my wife learned gardening,hunting,fishing,canning from her grandparents. Will never sell the farms.
*Anybody know whatever happened to the 'YESTERDAY TODAY' channel?*
These are called surviving real poverty. The next step down is starvation.
one hardly minded compared with today. much has changed. today we have better lives. but as for morally, our society leaves much to be desired.
these millies of today know nothing about survival. these people did.
Greg Warner....Yep, poverty does not discriminate.
These people didn't starve, any more than my parents who were born in 1900 and 1908. This was just everyday life for all of them. You planted the fields and grew the gardens and tended the animals. If you didn't own land, then you went hunting and fishing, and worked at jobs as there was always work. Google says: Under the guidance of the Departments of the Interior and Agriculture, CCC employees fought forest fires, planted millions of trees, cleared and maintained access roads, re-seeded grazing lands and implemented soil-erosion controls. The CCC lasted from 1933-1942 and employed 3 million men.
@@Jibbie49 You make a good point and a good perspective; there is a difference between poverty and starvation. I raised two children by myself in the 90's and I mean by MYSELF...no help from anyone; not parents, G' parents, no one. I worked at a local manufacturing shop and my income was about $18,000 a year, which was considered poverty level for a family of three. Was it a struggle....absolutely yes...did we ever go without food on the table...absolutely NOT. So, jibbie49...thanks for that clarification.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
These folks lived a hard life.
But lived a better moral life!
And to think we have a hard life???? We are not that close to what these pictures show.
So many people without shoes. It makes me wonder if they ever got comfortable walking and didn't mind it or whether their feet caused them serious problems as time passed. I can't imagine not having shoes.
Does anyone know who the composer is of this music. I’ve been trying to find out
*The music is in the description*
Too much prosperity and idleness leads to the downfall of civilization.
I was looking for all the white privilege that I keep hearing about still didn't see it
Excellent comment
Political correctness allowed this BS to gain ground. Working class in this country only had a few good years, starting with the end of WW2 till the 80’s, then began the slide.
People who refuse to improve their lot and blame others are simply freeloaders and deserve no respect.
I was born in Britain in 1944. There were people in my village who had no shoes, or just one pair for Sunday
and a pair of rubber boots for when the rain and mud got too much. (Not warm like Georgia!) However, by the time I was six, even the poorest families had shoes, but second-hand clothes were valued, and if you had a yard (garden) you grew food rather than flowers, and although we had rations, 1 egg per person per week, meant keeping a few chickens was a necessity. I feel fellow feeling for the rural poor of 30's and 40's America, please don't think that Europe was full of well fed lords and ladies.
Most of these scenes made me feel sad that they didn't have shoes and their clothes, in many cases, were just rags. The "Land of Opportunity" seems to have passed them by.
Now you just listen here. We didn't need a bunch a fancy duds. We wasn't no city dwellers. Shoes was something that you wore to church and in the winter. Opportunity was everywhere, much as it is now. They just wasn't opportunities to play video games and purcase needless accessories.
Do you know what "FSA" was?
Oh, and just to add, my Granny's house, where I grew up, had a well, for clean and tasty spring water, fortunately, because our neighbours, who like us had no mains water supply, had to walk a quarter of a mile to the village pump, to get drinking water, unless they paid a local farmer, with a horse and cart to take and bring back buckets two or three times a week. You forget these things. I went to school in a neighbouring village four miles away across the fields, I did get a lift though, like 'rerun, in the Snoopy cartoon, on a seat on the back of mum's bike.
Look at Mosquito Crossing GA in Google maps. That gas station from 0:27 is still there!
These pictures do NOT need any comment other than their location.
Ah caint believe thay ain't no picture of a pack of hounds what got a raccoon cornered in a tree. Them days we was eating us some right nice coon sausage and hams as well as just plain old roasted up whole raccoon carcass. Caint say as they make a decent gravy, but the meat is right tasty and moist. Fact is fresh caught meat was a staple for most of the families in our holler. We done alright on the odd deer, a passle of coons and possums, some snared up rabbits, and a few squirrels. Granny could cook up pretty near anything we catched, including water snakes, turtles, and crows, and make it taste delicious. You don't get a variety of food like that these days.
I am from breathitt county the swimming hole is Prater rock
7:08 might be still there.
Pics--great, but lose the silly titles...
War brings death, gee 😎
These photos are pretty ordinary.
Well it wasn't the anus of the Earth, but you could certainly see it wasn't far from these areas.
OH , America with NO social programs and 10% taxes
These pics were taken by:
The Farm Security Administration (FSA), a New Deal agency created in 1937 to combat rural poverty during the Great Depression in the United States.
Beautiful White America.... Times Have Changed
0:40 2:51 3:10 8:10 9:20 10:16
The thought of foolishness is sin. Then it looks like Congress is in big trouble.😂
i've got pics from the 1920's and 30's.
I didn't se any grafitti on the walls. I thought it was poverty that brought that on. I guess these people are tooo busy trying to survive. No guvmnt handout for the lazy back then.
Can the distracting lousy soundtrack, silence allows the photos to speak.
Turn you volume off and quit whining.
If the breathitt ssuperintendent was alive today and seen the state of American schools today he would be aghast. Especially with the violence and push for the transgender movement...
Who is the bringer of death ?? Why it's our old pal Robert Oppenheimer.😄
It must have royally fuckin' sucked to be native american, black, latino, gay or lesbian in those days...
I'm still trying to figure out why did poor families keep making so many kids. They were like rabbits. Still do too. Why do poor families keep popping out babies. Do they think that tax check will make them rich.
Could have done without the religious 🐂💩.
Well it was part of life and still is. It wasn't like anyone was preaching at you. I'm vegan so I could have done without the dead pigs. Oh wait, nobody was telling me to eat bacon...silly man
Go...... F .....YOURSELF
Atheists are more preachy than evangelicals lol it's pitiful how yall get when you're reminded that religion exists
@@freedomring4813 Same to you my religious friend....same to you.
Love triggering all you a..holes that believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster. 😆