Well that's your parents.
My dad was brought up in complete poverty. He got himself 3 jobs a week (paperboy before school, pulling pints in the evening and farm work at the weekend) from age 14 so he could put himself through 6th form including doing night school because the school wasn't really kitted out for many A-levels.
Dm was much better off, but she's got childhood memories like the year when she was given an extra dress and had 6 dresses in her wardrobe (all second hand) rather than the normal 5 and believing she was the richest child in the world because of that.
I'd say for the times I had a fairly comfortable childhood in 70s-90s.
However dad worked often 6 days a week for the overtime money.
I remember the worry as mortgage rates went up above 15% and being told we couldn't have the heating on, or lights only going on when going upstairs for safety, so they could still pay the mortgage.
Dm didn't always work outside the house, however I rarely remember her sitting down because she was always busy. Df used to watch the news over tea when he got home from work - often as late as 8pm and then he'd be up as soon as he'd finished to do something that needed doing.
No washing machine in her first years of marriage - including through having a baby with terry nappies. No tumble drier, everything had to be hung up and more things needed ironing. We had only one school uniform (3 shirts on a good year) so mum had to do a wash at least every other day.
No freezer to keep things so she had to walk into the village to shop most days. No hoover (well, our fridge was a Hoover, which totally confused me!) on wheels. So she had to carry it around to where she wanted to hoover.
Everything cooked from scratch; eating out didn't happen. I ate out with my family once before I was 18yo and that was my grandparents' ruby wedding. Even getting a bought cake was a major treat. Roast on Sunday had to last the next 5 days with the left overs. Never had an ice cream from an ice cream van even.
Holidays was staying on a farm in Wales, and most days we went down to the beach (which I loved) because it was free. Going to something more than 10 miles away (other than visiting relatives) was a major excitement.
She made and mended most of our clothes, and df would have mended anything else. Most things were second hand and had to last. I remember dm putting leather patches on the inside of db's trousers before he wore them to stop them wearing so quickly.
If something broke that was it unless they could mend it. I remember my first watch. I was so proud of it and then the strap broke. Df mended it with superglue, a paperclip and a leather strap off an old bag. That was my watch for another 5 years after that.
Getting someone in to do work was a major issue, and only came after neither parent could mend it.
I hope that now they're older and have a bit of spare money they feel they can spend it and enjoy things.
Now I work full time as well as dh. I get home from work and other than making dinner I normally do what I want. I sit down and read, maybe a book, maybe the internet.
I think I've a much cushier time than they do. I may have less money in retirement, but that will be because I've spent it.