My step-father grew up during the depression. He had to quit school at age 12 to get a job and support his family, his father having died and left him the oldest of 5 children on a farm. He was 41 when WW2 broke out, which made him too old for the draft. He tried to enlist, and was declined twice, for being underweight. He finally was accepted, and assigned to the Seabees. He served in the Pacific, and participated in the invasion of Okinawa.
I never saw him shed a tear in his life, until he took us to Warm Springs, Georgia, where FDR died. He stood and silently wept.
When he died, in the 1970's, he had been enjoying Medicare and Social Security. He had spent his life working for Ford, and the union had made his retirement possible, by negotiating a stock purchase plans for employees.
He never voted Republican in his life. He didn't know anyone who was anything like Trump or Romney.