Some of those images are almost haunting. The family living in the dugout home... those meals look just like the ones my great grandmother prepared everyday. On

Some of those images are almost haunting. The family living in the dugout home... those meals look just like the ones my great grandmother prepared everyday. One mason jar of green beans, a jar of milk (she always transferred store bought milk into jars), home made biscuits (key ingredient was lard :|), and a portion of rice. She was a nurse during the time of the depression. It almost gives a glimpse of where she got some of her habits. When you're the poor all you know to do is work and grow your own food... she had an excellent garden! She lived like this until she died at 93 in '98. (She was filthy rich from investing during the time of the depression and cashing out... no one even grasped how much money this woman had) On a side note, the locomotives reminded me of the visual imagery that crossed my mind while reading Atlas Shrugged.