The Farm and a Weekly Allowance

Pop died in April of 1924 and as Joe was anxious to quit the farm and take a job elsewhere, I took over the job of running the farm and selling the milk. Just before I took over, Mom and Joe decided to give up the retail route and sell the milk at wholesale to Missimer Dairies on Delmar Street in Roxborough. Joe became a carpenter and worked at it until the depression put most everyone out of work.
When I was young, I can see now, we were very poor as far as money was concerned although I never thought so at the time. We never had a regular weekly or monthly allowance. Once when I was in high school, we were asked to fill out a form in which we were asked to tell how much weekly allowance we received. I answered one dollar, but I did not say that seventy-five cents of it was for trolley fare (five trips at 15 cents a round trip). However, I did not think we were poor. I always considered us as upper middle class. This was probably because we always had plenty to eat, three meals a day, much of it produced right at home on the farm.