My grandmother made sugar sandwiches for the unemployed men who came to the door in Omaha.
That brings back an old memory. I remember my grandmother
telling me pretty much the same thing. She used to put some
cinnimon or other spice on it and butter.
Your grandmother was a good woman :-).
Shoot, I remember my gramma making me those :)
When my wife and I were first married I was working at a meat packing plant. I had just finished a 12 hour shift and came home to see my wife making a stack of sandwiches. I asked who they were for. She pointed to the back door where I saw a line of homeless guys waiting for her sandwiches.
Apparently she started off giving one guy a sandwich and within a few days she was feeding a dozen or so. I was busting my ass 12 hours a day so she could feed these guys.
Sigh.
My siblings and I ate sugar sandwiches back in the fifties. When years later we told our mother how much we liked them, she professed to not remember making them for us. I don’t know if she was embarrassed or what.