I remember as a child, during the Depression years, we lived on a farm in Oklahoma. We had no running water in our house, but there was a well at the foot of the hill from which we drew our water.
Whenever someone came to visit in the summer, Mama would take them to the shady side of the house to sit down. She would tell me, "Run to the well and draw up a cool drink of water for our company."
I didn't realize then how poor we were. Mama made me feel it was such a blessed privilege to be able to offer a cold drink of water. I felt rich as I came up the hill with the bucket. I didn't even think about it being the only drink we had to offer a guest.
I remember one winter when everything froze. It was so cold that winter even the eggs had frozen. It was my brother's birthday and Mama made his cake anyway. There were little specks of egg yolk all through that cake caused by the frozen eggs. Mama made that the one birthday we all remember because of the "gold nuggets" in the cake.