My grandfather (other side of the family) was an orphan child during the great depression. He said it was very tough. None of his family could afford to take on another mouth to feed, so he was always jumping from home to home, some very bad homes that could care less about him. He said he used to fake eat his biscuits from meals and hide them for when he was without food and very hungry. He also said he and other orphans would steal chickens and corn from farmers so they could feed themselves. They were too young to know much about life, but they knew they needed to eat. He said they would take the chickens they stole, gut them, and make a big clay mud ball out of them. They would throw the chicken surrounded by clay into the fire and let it sit for a while. The crack it open and eat the chicken. Pretty darn creative for a bunch of kids.
Like you said, I wish I had the technology to film him back when he was alive. He was an amazing man with some amazing stories. Only if I could have documented them.