When I went to school 1952-1964, the school lunches were great (except the ones at Aztec, NM, beyond horrible).
Where we lived close to the school we went home for lunch. I still remember the lunch meat and mustard on white bread sandwiches mom made and the glass of cold milk. They were great!
When we lived in the oil and gas camps, where there was no lunch at school, we took our lunches and they still were great.
Best lunches were in Denver Colorado, 1953.
There were 4 kids in our family. There was NO cafeteria in either the high school or the one room school we all attended.
We made PB & strawberry jam sandwiches every day for all 4. It took a whole loaf of bread for this chore—every day.
There was cold fresh water brought in every day in the one room school, as it had NOT running water.
The high school had a dispenser which we could get a small carton of milk out of for 5 cents. We all were out of high school before a cafeteria was installed with a large addition to the school. The one room school was sold & turned into a house. It is still there today.
I only ate the lunch from my grade school for part of one year in the 8th grade. The food was several measures beyond horrible. I still have nightmares about the awful smelling green beans in the soup and other ahem “delicacies.” Even the peanut butter sandwiches used some kind of industrial sludge for the peanut butter. Then one day the head nun i.e. principal said I lived too close to school (about one mile) to use the school lunch program. I happily told my mother I would be coming home for noon lunch.
—When I went to school 1952-1964—
Only took 12 posts for the obligatory “HEY HERE’S A STORY ABOUT MEEEEEE” post that has nothing at all to do with the story at hand.
There must be a lot of lonely people out there.