In regards to your last sentence: I think maybe it is more that people are turning to tiny and mobile homes (which have been a go-to for many years, with the people who live in the latter being called such things as "trailer trash") as a viable option due to the outrageous cost of real estate, which has sky-rocketed in recent years. Many people who can afford homes now tear down the existing domicile and reconstruct to the max of city bylaws limitations. In perhaps the last twenty years where I live, housing costs have multiplied by at least ten. A two bedroom condo in a three story house will set you back a million dollars. Mind you, that is in a nice area of town. A house in the same area may be 3-5 million. For rentals (which are scarce), in comparison, because of rent controls, my rent has not quite doubled in thirty years, but if I were to move, my new rental rate would be 50% more than it is currently, and the rent on my suite would also be raised by at least that much. It's nuts
In regards to your last sentence: I think maybe it is more that people are turning to tiny and mobile homes (which have been a go-to for many years, with the people who live in the latter being called such things as "trailer trash") as a viable option due to the outrageous cost of real estate, which has sky-rocketed in recent years. Many people who can afford homes now tear down the existing domicile and reconstruct to the max of city bylaws limitations. In perhaps the last twenty years where I live, housing costs have multiplied by at least ten. A two bedroom condo in a three story house will set you back a million dollars. Mind you, that is in a nice area of town. A house in the same area may be 3-5 million. For rentals (which are scarce), in comparison, because of rent controls, my rent has not quite doubled in thirty years, but if I were to move, my new rental rate would be 50% more than it is currently, and the rent on my suite would also be raised by at least that much. It's nuts
When I was growing up, things like milk and bread were home delivered regularly. We would go through maybe 20 loaves of bread a week, mostly white, because only the adults would eat the whole wheat. My mother never learned to drive, but she always did the grocery shopping because she was the one who knew what was needed, and the driver, whoever it was, would be the helper. My dad, aside from working full time factory swing shifts, was also an entrepreneur: we would go to weekend farmer's markets and sell produce, mostly apples and potatoes and other seasonal produce as well, especially peaches in the summer, so we always had produce for the table from that. One of my sisters would complain that we always got the seconds, but she was almost on a mission always to discover whether we were eating real butter, or margarine, real orange juice, or Tang, and/or real milk, or powdered skim milk. My mother also pickled and jammed and canned all sorts of things (we had a real earthen-floored fruit cellar in the basement), and we loved helping out with the grinding of the fruit and boiling/sterilization of jars etc. We baked almost all our own goodies: pies, cakes, and cookies, and coming home to large bowls of cinnamon bun dough rising on the heating vents was always a treat. I was an expert fudge makerAs a teen, I would come home from working at the farmer's market after school and make fudge every Friday night. None of us eleven kids know how our mother did it. LOL. Only one of my siblings who had children had more than two (she had four) and her house was a mad house all the time while they were growing up, ha.
I rarely venture into the interior areas of most grocery stores where all that "crap" is LOL. I mostly stick to the outside edges where the fresh produce, baked goods, dairy and deli delights are
Of course I do have to venture into the aisles for certain things, for instance, stevia is now shelved with sugar and baking needs, and because I am at home since being laid off due to covid, I make my own coffee, and like to mix evaporated skim milk with my cashew milk for creamer 
And chips! Oh boy, the ingredients' list should be enough to put most people off 
But no, do they even read labels? I moved away from home and began supporting myself as an eighteen year old, and have been reading labels for over forty five years now 
The chips I might buy have perhaps three ingredients in them: organic corn, oil, and salt. Although I have taken a liking to blue corn chips with flax seeds, so that is four ingredients
I rarely venture into the interior areas of most grocery stores where all that "crap" is LOL. I mostly stick to the outside edges where the fresh produce, baked goods, dairy and deli delights are
===========================================It was a different time, wasn't it? Honey and maple syrup were market staples also; my dad would travel a fair distance to get the best price for resale, driving from Ontario into Quebec for syrup, and to the Niagara escarpment for peaches, and even compete at the markets with the farmers he bought fromThe cider would ferment after a few days also
We always ate all our meals together. When my dad was working nights, our noon meal was a full-on dinner, and the evening meal a lighter supper. If he was home for the evening meal, our noon meal was a light lunch, and the evening meal a full-on dinner. We went to a near-by school and would walk home at noon, and then back to school for the rest of the afternoon, from kindergarten through high school. We would often visit relatives on a Sunday afternoon after church, and stay for dinner. Can you imagine having a dozen people showing up for dinner? It was not always pre-planned/announced, either, and people would likewise drop in on us on a Sunday afternoon and stay for dinner. My mother would just pull an extra roast out of the deep freeze and cook more veggies and potatoes
My parents both grew up on farms, and my dad especially was what is known as a subsistence farmer, which means they grew food to feed themselves, plus they fished and hunted game to supplement their diet, or they would have starved. My father plowed the fields walking behind an animal (equine or bovine I do not know for sure), because they were too poor to afford a tractor, even though my dad worked a tractor in a neighbor's fields. I posted some of this before in other threads...
I have been talking quite a bit of late to my twin brother, who has done extensive research into our family tree, giving him lots of stories to share aside from what he remembers. According to him, one time we had over twenty people drop in for Sunday dinner. That would have been multiple families, since none of our relatives' families rivaled ours' in size LOL. We yearly hosted about thirty or so people for Christmas dinner, so more than forty people for a sit-down meal, and possibly also at Thanksgiving and Easter. Huge turkey with all the fixings, mashed, gravy, cranberry sauce, multiple veggie dishes, and the to-die-for dressing, plus multiple home made pie choices and cakes for dessert. For a time we regularly drove about an hour every Sunday afternoon to visit my mother's only sister and her family, who lived on a rural farm north of us. My mother had three brothers as well, and my dad was from a family of twelve children, so we had lots of aunts and uncles and cousins
I watched a bit of the first video you posted
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Simply? No, I do not think so. I tend to go for organic and non-GMO, and mostly corn chips, not potato or any of those puffy things
Some of the flavors of chips, my goodness, LOL, dill pickle? Many stores have a big long aisle, all chips and soda. I never really cared for pop, either, and when I did drink it, preferred those which did not have caffeine in them, which I didn't even know when I was really young. (Never a Coke or Pepsi fan 
) I don't mind a bit of lime with my corn chips, but even that after a while gets to be too much I like them fairly plain and then I load them up with salsa and sometimes guacamole also I can make a meal of chips and salsa I do like simple ingredients' lists, which are understandable, and pronounceable. It somehow feels/seems safer
Thank you, that is really very sweet of you to say, so touching===========================================
Thanks for sharing such an amazing family history-story-ies - lots of commonalities going on with hub and his family -
if jealously was in my dna, then I would be so much so, but alas it is for sure not a part of my make-up -
but I am so happy for all of the earthy-plain-ole happenings that you have shared, just can't imagine the love and security
that you had while growing up, it's so very precious and has made you the remarkable person that you are and have shared
with all of us on this site...'hugs'
Merry Christmas!!! {{{hugs}}}
