My gran, who died 5 years ago, was from an extremely poor family, who avoided the workhouse by the skin of their teeth. She was born in 1912. She used to tell me how the family couldn't afford to bury her mother; how they used to rootle through bins to find food.
She worked as a Nippy for Lyons and eventually got married. She had my Dad in 1941 and in 1942 came home to find the contents of her home being loaded onto a cart and driven off as her husband walked out on her. She was left with my Dad, his cot, a bed, a table and a chair and the rent to pay. She got nothing from her husband and brought my dad up from nothing. She scrubbed floors, sold insurance, worked in a department store to make ends meet.
She was made to retire at 70 and shut herself in a cupboard for days as she didn't know what to do with herself. She took up voluntary work, and was devastated when she had to give that up at 85.
She always used to say that the Old Age Pension was the most money she had ever had. She wouldn't claim pension credit, even though she could have done, as she saw it as charity, something she had a horror of receiving, although she gave when she could; but she did get HB and CTB. She hated it when we paid for anything for her, be it her train ticket when she came to stay, or if we funded her OAP railcard/coach card for her.
So my Gran (who could be a battleaxe, but she was my battleaxe), did work all her life having left school at 12, and under circumstances that would have left most of us reeling.