Topic: How many here were born to VERY poor families? Pt 2

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Glamdring

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I just had to add my two cents to this post. I grew up poor though not terribly poor IMO. Food was usually enough. And we always had a TV and a car. Though personally I think we would have been better off without a TV!

I managed to work and borrow my way through college and I am still paying for it. But whenever I start to feel "sorry for myself" :( I kick myself in the A**. I have managed to collect 4 handguns and 3 long guns. Including a Steyr Scout! :rolleyes: I just can't seriously believe myself poor when I own a Steyr Scout! And I have yet to make $20,000.00 in one year.

But in America you are indoctrinated to feel poor if you don't have this, that, and the other thing. None of which you need. And little of which brings happieness :confused:

Sorry for the long post. I only drive a $500.00 car but I have invested wisely IMO in lots of books and carefully chosen guns. And after reading the Millionaire Next Door I added a third group to spend money on--ie investments!
 
My personal definition of VERY poor is starving/freezing without any opportunity to help yourself. Actually, I do think that some people are in that situation and it is a good idea to help them. It is a humane thing to do and may well be in our self-interest.

Where I disagree with *some* people who think that it is my obligation and I better cough up some bucks or else. Wrong approach.

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Oleg "cornered rat" Volk (JPFO,NRA)

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I'm too lazy to read part I of this topic, but I'll chime in. I never thought my family was poor, but in the 50's we had an old used car. We didn't have a TV, but my dad was/is a genius and built one for us. It was the only one on the block and the whole neighborhood came to watch it. There were five boys in our family, and we all went to work when we reached our teens. My mother patched the knees on our pants rather than buy new ones, and darned our socks. If we went to the movie theater, mom made popcorn ahead of time and we took that along with pop from home. On Saturday nights, my aunts and uncles came to the house with guitars, accordians and harmonicas, and we had a real party.

As time went by, and my dad advanced at his job, we made it to the suburbs and he rewarded himself with a new 1960 Chevy Belair. Were we poor? I don't know. It never felt like it.

Dick

[This message has been edited by Monkeyleg (edited April 28, 2000).]
 
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