As one of the early arrivals of the Baby Boom generation, I grew up in a middle-class family where my siblings and I had no clue what being poor was like, even though we couldn’t have everything we wanted (think piano lessons but no pony). Our parents didn’t talk to us about the war, or about the Great Depression that preceded it, but we could tell they weren’t as carefree as we were.Do you remember the term, “Depression mentality”? As I got older, I often teased and accused my parents of always thinking poverty was just around the corner; they ...