What a bunch of crap, really even beneath you. My dad was born in 1920, my mom in 1922. Their parents, yes all 4 of them, were immigrants. My dad's dad died in 1923. Yes, my dad was still 2 years old then. But my grandfather had gotten off the boat from Ireland, passed through Ellis Island, then gotten on another boat to Cuba, when US was expanding. Made all the difference for my 'family.' He died young, but with citizenship and a pension from armed service, not too mention the pension from railroad that hired a veteran.
They were 'tweens' then, though of course that wasn't the jargon then. All my folks knew, especially my mom, there wasn't enough food, room, or heat. Weird though it may sound, they were both 'accidental babies.' My mom 11 year junior her next youngest sibling, my dad 14 years.
Both of my folks were doted on by parents and siblings, through the worst of the depression, though for my mom it still meant her brothers got more food, as they were working, while she 'cost' going to parochial school. No option there, Irish immigrant parents. For my dad, it meant he got more special treatment and opportunities than was the norm then.