Gakked from holyhippie
(hey, a lot of our answers are the same!) and sanguinity (From What Privilege Do You Have?, based on an exercise about class and privilege developed by Will Barratt, Meagan Cahill, Angie Carlen, Minnette Huck, Drew Lurker, Stacy Ploskonka at Illinois State University. If you participate in this blog game, they ask that you PLEASE acknowledge their copyright).
I never thought of our family as wealthy while I was growing up. By most American standards, we weren't. My parents raised five kids on my father's salary; he held a managerial position at the local Social Security office. So we didn't live an extravagant lifestyle, but there was enough money for a five-bedroom house, organic foods, vitamins, a home computer in the early 80's, insuring teenage drivers and college educations. I suppose we were solidly middle-class.
It's only in the last several decades that I've come to appreciate how wealthy we really were. We always had what we needed, and enjoyed a number of luxuries. Most people in the world didn't live as well, and I wouldn't be surprised if the percentage of Americans today who enjoy a comparable lifestyle is lower than it was then. Gives one occasion to think. Current Mood: thoughtful