At present, and I can't see this changing, we live in a family home that is worth around half a million. That sound extortionate given we aren't in London or the south east, but contextually, my parents bought it in around 1976 when they were expecting their first baby. It was not in great shape and besides, obviously property was much cheaper then.
On top of this, when my parents' parents died, my mum kept hold of the house her mum lived in and let it out - something I had no idea of until my dad also died. This was a victorian terrace which also had gone up in value massively. My dad had bought a buy to let apartment opposite the railway station in town too with his final teachers salary (he was a headteacher.)
After my dad died, my brother who had had mental health problems for a while took his life, so before anyone paints me as some pampered little princess I'm going to say again - I've only got these things because of great loss. That doesn't mean I don't hugely appreciate them.
However, I have to say this - my mum had her first child in 1976 and me, her youngest, in 1981. She decided to retrain as a teacher when I was a baby. I really missed out to be blunt. All my memories of my mum and dad are of stressed, miserable, unhappy parents. They were obsessed with holidays and used to literally live for one holiday then the next then the next. It wasn't just work, in my mums case it was also elderly parents, but I firmly believe that the combination of elderly parents and guilt from their passing, teenagers approaching GCSEs and a levels respectively (my mum put a new twist on 'pushy parent') and work was what tipped her over the edge. She started drinking very heavily in the spring of 1995 I think and she was dead 3 years later from cancer in her liver. It could be a coincidence but don't think it was.
My mum could EASILY have afforded not to work, but I bet my dad wouldn't have let her and I don't think she'd have let herself. Instead they became obsessed with going away on holiday and my dad still was after she died and it was stupid. I hate the heat and I remember us having a horrible, nasty row on the last 'family holiday" we had as I was I the shade; she was trying to hit me because I wasn't enjoying it in the exact same way as her.