Molly Weier, who was born in 1910 in Glasgow, had her own definition of what it meant to be rich. To her, it was having real butter instead of margarine and spreading it generously. This is how someone in her neighborhood lived, and it impressed her so much that she remembered it fifty years later. Her own family, like most people she knew, was poor. Her father died in WWI, and it was a challenge to afford a two-room apartment on her mother’s income. Did she feel sorry for herself? No. She didn’t know anything different. She thrived, with no regrets.
Weir, Molly. Shoes Were for Sunday: The Unforgettable Tale of Making Do with Nothing on Glasgow’s Streets. Penguin Books, 1970, p. 5.