“The mothers in the 70s did not keep junk food.”
That’s true. We never had “store-bought” cookies in the house. And if you opened the fridge door and saw ginger ale you knew somebody was sick.
A bus took us home from school at lunchtime. My brother and I went in, cooked lunch, ate it and caught the bus back to school.
My friend’s father, for instance, had a big exec position in NYC, which was typical. Yale grad. Old money westchester. 9 kids. She had six brothers. There were no potato chips in that house. There was no chocolate. White toast with sugar. Than off to the pond with our skates