It was when he, his wife, and young son (my brother) all moved in with my aunt, because she was the only one in the family who had a job. There were 7 people living with her, in a one bedroom bungalow. He told me about how he used his literal last nickle to take the streetcar down to downtown Los Angeles to stand in a bread line for a 50 lb sack of beans to take home to the family.
This still isn't anywhere near the Great Depression. There aren't people standing in bread lines. Not yet.
