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1. A packed lunch in the 80’s by my Mom: Cow tongue sandwich or a sandwich with peanut butter and shredded carrots, whole fruit and sliced veg and for a treat, yogurt from the health food distributor my parents worked for. Water from the fountain.
   My Mom was extremely clever, no one ever EVER attempted to steal my or my brothers lunch. Not sure if I have ever had a Twinkie.

2. I don’t blame those kids. I don’t think I would eat half of that, either.
   My mother would never pack those lunches for me. In fact, my mother never did pack a lunch for me. She expected us to do it on our own. Mama didn’t raise no mouth-breathers.

3. Never did “brown bag it” in elementary school; had lunch box with thermoses for milk. Went home for lunch in spring & fall, but too far to go (about 3/4 mile) in winter when had to don winter gear. Mum made a sandwich (think peanut butter and bananas or honey, but no doubt other things, packed a fruit (we were apple people; other classmates were orange people), and filled the thermos with milk. Could buy a bowl of soup (either Lipton’s chicken noodle – which I abhorred – or tomato) for a nickle. Come high school – a mile away up hill – again took lunch (this time probably brown bag) but could buy soup or potato salad as an extra.
   Fast forward to our offsprings, who always took lunches as too far to get home. Packed nutritious lunches for first two until they complained once too often, at which point said they could make their own. Didn’t provide anything new in the way of comestibles, either, so they not only had to make their own lunches but were also stuck with making the same lunch they didn’t want me to provide. Youngest just followed in their footsteps. They all survived.

4. Ate lunch at a school in Missouri. I remember the navy beans, overcooked spinach and corn bread. We all ended up drinking our milk and hiding the spinach and beans in the empty carton. Fish every Friday.

5. Ham sandwiches and oranges (apples would brown or bruise easily).
   Juice boxes.
   (sigh)
   Those were the days.

6. I once got the old man’s lunch by mistake.
   cold meat loaf.
   the most unpalatable thing to ever come out of my lunch bag. we used bags, not pails.
   gave me new appreciation what the man went thru to put food REAL food on the table.

7. I always took a bagged lunch to school and later., before taking up farming, also took a bagged lunch to the office. In the army the full hot meal deal came to the field. Speaking of lunch, it seems almost everyone, office or blue collar, these days goes out for lunch rather than take a bag lunch. The last figures I saw had Canadians spending 41% of the their food dollars at a restaurant.

8. Please release my comment thank you. 🙂

9. 1:11 girl 1930s food: “Isn’t this supposed to be a sandwich?”
   It’s what they used to call a “wish sandwich”. You got some bread, and you wished it had a filling.
   My father-in-law, born in ’22, grew up in the Depression and always referred to that time as “the Hungry 30s”.
   My school lunches, sometimes I had some, other times I went home for lunch, depended on where I was living at the time:
   PB&J sandwiches and an apple + 5 cents for a half pint of cow-cola, or a “cheese” sandwich(Velveta), or on the good days it was a bologna sandwich.

10. The things I’ve seen and tasted between the bread slices:
    -pork and beans
    -lettuce and catsup
    -sliced bananas
    -sliced apple and peanut butter
    and they all beat cheeze-whiz.

11. Last Century, not millennium, m’dear.
    Anywayz, my lunch was brown bagged and consisted of my Special Order: 2 white bread sam’wiches with Kraft American cheezproduct, sliced sweet pickles, and mayo. Still eatin’ em’ today. May have one for lunch, now that I think about it.
    Plus I got a dime to buy a pint of milk.

12. @Osumashi Kinyobe
    My mother would never pack those lunches for me. In fact, my mother never did pack a lunch for me. She expected us to do it on our own. Mama didn’t raise no mouth-breathers.
    Same here. All through high school I ate nothing at all because we had an outdoor smoking “lounge” and that was more satisfying. And everything I ate gave me heartburn anyway.

13. I’m in Australia and spent junior school in the 60’s and 70’s, was brought up by frugal depression era parents who did their very best for us.
    I went to school every day for twelve years with two sandwiches: a strawberry jam (jelly) and a peanut butter which my Mother made for me because I did not have the time because my brother and I were training for competetive swimming. We’d knock out a mile and a half morning and afternoon, 5 days a week with racing on saturday, and therefore ravenously hungry.
    So I ate my lunch as soon as I got to school, drank 3 x 1/3 pints of whole milk in the morning provided by the school, and ate anyones lunch they were going to throw out. We had a lot of migrant families who would bring in all sorts of concoctions which they were embarrassed about, but which I happily devoured, especially the ‘meat’ ones. I closed my eyes whilst I ate the crushed curried egg ones, I’m sure they were good for me.