Im pretty old I was seventeen before our home had electricity poor was normal to my brother my sister and me I remember eating meadow larks for dinner my dad said they were quail boniest damn quail I ever ate But my dad never took a handout never accepted foodstamps commodities or the guberment cheese, we never went without a meal mom cooked over a wood stove, its called pride and pride is good pride makes you strong pride makes you believe that no matter how bad things are life is pretty damn good and meadow larks aint bad eating.