Helping to write a eulogy for a 90 year-old man who passed away last week, found some notes that he'd written about his childhood. He and his brothers used to catch wild rabbits for food and to sell the skins. He wrote: "We were lucky to get about 50 a night. We set traps and also did some ferretting but we had a good dog that could catch them soon after they came out of the burrow. We had no money to buy nets to put over the holes."
And, "We mainly scun (sic) the rabbits. Made wire things to dry the skins. Used to get about 2 shillings for 10."
This same man (as a boy of about age 10) was "paid one shilling (10 cents) to dig holes and empty the school toilets on a Friday night."
And we think we sometimes have it tough?
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