Some bone lenght

I can read into J. D. Vance's book Hillbilly Elegy an early point about the effects of chronic poverty made just by the sheer amount of family members the clan managed to pack in the XX-century, say, compared to mine. His grandparents married in 1947, while my father was born two years before. The bride's great grandfather was elected county judge in 1909, three years before my grandmother saw the light of day. That's six generations of people in one century, taking into account that, like me, Vance was born in the eighties. We both live now in the same country but these numbers kill any pretense that the rural to middle class journey in Mexico was harder or more taxing than in America--we literally lived twice their lifespans.