We hear people use the word 'poor', these days and I think of our small family, trying to start our married life and new parents in Broomfield, 1800 miles away from where we grew up.  By today's interpretation of the word 'poor', we were poor. Fortunately, we never thought of ourselves as being poor because we were unable to afford fancy food each night or treat ourselves to a nice dinner, or store-bought clothes, even.  It wasn't until people now adays refer to those who are poor and thinking back of our life in our first home, that I realized we were poor.  The difference was we had hopes of a brighter future. George sometimes working three jobs and I found a bookkeeping position at the Jeffco Airport.  It seemed counterproductive to have a sitter, if we could find one, so I arranged working 4-10 at night.  Preparing a dinner for George and the boys before I left for work, George needed only to watch them and get them ready for bed.  
There was whining about our situation.  
Our food budget was $80 a month.  At the first of the month, I spent $40, on 6lbs of hamburger at 3lbs for.$.99 cents, 1/2 gallon of ice cream, canned foods, pasta, macaroni, day old, bread and one box of cookies. Immediately, on this day, I felt rich, knowing our family would eat well each night. Poor, I guess so, but my boys today assure me they never thought of us as poor.
I had a featherweight Singer sewing machine, which I still have.  Made my boys play clothes and dress clothes.  One time I took a spring coat I had purchased at Bonwit-Tellers, turning it inside out, designed a dress coat for Fritz, and matching bibbed pants.
George instructed skiing on the weekends, so our family enjoyed free lift passes.  To join the swim and tennis club was $125 with $50 annual fee.  I ask, Pete Crouse, who was president of the association, if I could exchange doing the payroll and books for them, for annual dues.  
This small community of transplants always found time to volunteer their time with, Rotary, JCC's, the Elks club as well as the many churches in town. It gave us connections and a foundation on which to grow.
Friendships grew quickly, and there were no lines drawn from the different cultures we represented. All of us came from somewhere else. Some came from small farming communities in the Midwest, some from established cities, some from the deep south and others from ranch country. It was a community of civility and acceptance. And although we were all white, our up bringing were diversified. I may have had blinders on, but I think not. We accepted each knowing each other's strengths and weaknesses. Life seemed simpler and we had the time to listen to a neighbor or help a charity out.  It was refreshing. 
Next week, the formation of the Bal Swan school, Frank Grey, a special teacher, and Broomfield Days.