With regard to 1920 not being a good time to be born, my late Dad would probably agree.
Born into a large and hard-up family (7 kids) in a depressed and desperate post-WW1 England, his father was a labourer in the local gasworks so money was tight.
His first glimpse of life's inequalities was when he got a Saturday job caddying on the local golf links. He could earn as much in tips in one day as it took his father 48-50 hours to earn.
With little prospect of local work, he joined the Royal Navy in 1935 - not the greatest career choice at that time if we apply our old friend 'hindsight'.
Comes along WW2, and he experiences being too hot, too cold, bombed, shot at, sunk, and a variety of other things, sometimes all at the same time, and in various places on the globe.
Post-WW2 and Britain experiences Groundhog Day, ie depressed, desperate, we're on the bones of our @rses again, and there's not much call for Petty Officer Telegraphists in civvy street.
No choice but to get on with things to a degree. He retrained, worked hard and we got by. My parents never owned their home, had precious few holidays (all but one in the UK), and for much of my childhood the family car was a motorbike and sidecar.
Dad's years in retirement were easier and gave him chance to do a lot of reading and research - all from library books, no PC.
He was quite well-read on European history, and the formation of the EU. He used have a grumble about it at times, but he was glad it existed and that we were part of it. He'd been through WW2 and the post-war years, and he valued the fact that the EU had been instrumental in helping to maintain a peace in Europe that has lasted for over 70 years, Balkans excepted. There seems to be little mention of the value of that peace from either side of the great Brexit debate these days.