We managed to eat because we grew our own vegetables. Our clothing we considered pretty much of a disgrace. They were handed down to us. My father had some co-workers with older children. That's how bad it was.
Combs cost two cents.
Her father, Florus W. Miller, was a fisherman who lived in Springs, near East Hampton, but was lured to Freeport in 1926 by a cousin, a builder, who promised him six days a week of work as a carpenter. The family prospered in Freeport, bought a new house and a new car. Then came 1929. He always butchered the pig, and we ate that. So we had eggs and chickens to eat, and milk from the cow.