Back then people were just too happy to eat. My father could tell you stories that would make you cry. He was raised in a house up north here that had no indoor plumbing or electricity. It was about the size of a three car garage. Yet he and his five siblings never seen the inside of a jail or prison. His sisters married good men and raised a family. My father and his brothers all joined the military. My father is a Korean war veteran. Today he jokes that the reason he joined the Marines was to see what it was like to get three square meals a day, a joke he created from truth. When they got out, half of them joined the construction trades. Two of them ran their own business.
Some people today have no idea what real poverty is, nor do they have an idea how easy it is to escape it. Do whatever you feel like doing, and if you F-up, don't worry, government will be there to fill in the gaps. In fact since you are so-called poor, they will get you a house in the suburbs, feed you, provide medical care for you and your family, and oh, BTW, here is a smart phone for you to use free of charge. Pathetic.
My grandmother literally scrubbed floors and toilets at a resort, putting all her money into real estate in the area. They made do on my grandfather's pay and all hers went into investments.