My parents would rather cut an arm off than take money from the government or charity from anyone. That was the attitude of most adults then. If you couldn't take care of your family, you weren't considered a real man in those days.
Well, after the Great Depression that was my parents' attitude. Mom in particular. During the Depression, government aid came with some downsides. One was the surprise inspections. Inspectors would come to the house looking in every nook and cranny and interrogating my grandparents as if they were criminals -- all in an effort to see if they were taking government money when they didn't need to. Mom told one story about an inspector questioning Grandma about a new dress she had made for my mother. Grandma knew how to sew and she would make clothes for the family using whatever fabric, thread and such she could find. Then inspector demanded a receipt for the dress -- he was convinced that Grandma had bought it at some fancy dress shop. Of course, Grandma had no receipt, but she showed him some of the leftover fabric and notions, which finally convinced the inspector that the dress was homemade.
During lean times, my parents did without, they worked at an assortment of small jobs, they did what they had to in order to survive and to see that we kids had the basic necessities. I was just a little kid back in the 50s when Dad was laid off and didn't really realize all the sacrifices they made for their family back then until much later as an adult.
My brother and I have our parents' determination to avoid the dole. We do what we have to in order to survive. However, my brother is far better off than I am, but if I got into a jam and couldn't find a way to pay a bill myself, I could go to him for help. The same applies to our extended family as well. If anyone really gets desperate, you go to family first.