It’s hard to believe they let us have metal lunch boxes in elementary school.
It was a far more innocent time, even though I can attest to the fact that a metal lunch box can and will draw blood if someone knocks you in the head with the corner of one of these things. I had a Hair Bear Bunch lunch box for awhile. Those lunch boxes always came with a plastic Thermos that matched the box, too. I think I had Holly Hobbie and Snoopy at one point, though I got new lunch boxes more often than other kids had to. Lunch boxes didn’t survive more than a year or so for most kids, but mine never survived more than a few weeks. I had a hard time keeping people from stealing and/or mutilating mine beyond recognition.
Yes, the Dukes of Hazzard lunch box had a rebel flag on the Thermos. Just think how that flag would fly in a kid’s lunch today!
I probably had a Dukes of Hazzard lunch box at one time. Grandma usually had to find me new lunch boxes, and I ended up with whatever was left or on sale when mine got too badly distressed to use. The worst one I ever ended up with was one with NFL Football on it. It wasn’t easy to find a new lunch box in April, for example, so I had to take what Grandma could get. Grandma bought me quite a few lunch boxes to keep me from getting in trouble at home.
In fourth and fifth grades the kids were allowed to go home for lunch (another thing that is unheard of today) if you lived close, and you got back to school in time to make the lunch recess bell. That was better than eating with the heathens in the school cafeteria for a number of reasons, but I generally went home most days because I could just fix some soup and a sandwich or just forage about at home and eat in peace. I didn’t mind forgoing lunch recess in order to have some peace and quiet.
High school was another culinary adventure. During my freshman year I didn’t dare eat anything prepared at school, because the roaches had taken over the cafeteria. There was always a high risk of getting bug parts (or whole bugs) in your food. The ovens and warmers were ancient as well, so you could get fries that were burnt on the outside and frozen on the inside, depending on where they were sitting on the racks. Prepackaged food was generally safe as long as you could verify that the cellophane had not been violated, but during my freshman year most of my lunch money went toward my coverless it-would-be-porn-if-it-were-illustrated literature collection.
In my high school, the Twinkies were probably the safest item on the menu.
Today I don’t think they allow Twinkies (even though they have been resurrected) in school cafeterias, but that might depend on which school, and whether or not they have been brainwashed by the Michelle Obama campaign to spare the world from childhood obesity. I wonder why there were fewer lard asses back in the day when you could load up on all the candy and soda your heart desired at lunch. Maybe it was because you could only afford one pack of Twinkies versus a whole box.
One side of the argument for food freedom is if you make Twinkies and Ho-Hos and such into forbidden fruit, kids are just going to want more of them. From the middle-aged Mom view I agree that kids should eat a healthy lunch, but from my perspective in the early 1980s, I believed the four food groups were caffeine, nicotine, sugar and grease. You can lead a child to broccoli, and you can warn against the dangers of processed foods, trans fats, refined sugar and corn syrup, but sooner or later they have to decide for themselves that healthy eating is better. Sometimes this realization takes a few years of a diet of Marlboros, coffee, Mickey D’s, Cheetos, and crème horns to get the point across.
This is another reason why: If I can’t be a good example, I might as well serve as a warning.
The White Death Arriveth-
And way too soon, may I add. It won’t stay Arctic cold forever, but it was a bit annoying waking up to having the car encased in 1/2″ of ice. Normally I don’t like to let the car sit and idle and waste gasoline, but the only way you’re getting that ice off the car is to pry your way in the driver’s door, start it up, turn the heat/defrost on full blast, and let it melt from the inside. It would have taken me all morning to try to chip off all that ice.
I think it’s funny to see how many jackwagons forgot how to drive in snow and ice since March. In the city there was next to nothing on the roads because they had been brined and cleared off all night- for about two inches of snow. Then again, if it gets really bad, I have ABS and traction control and I just got new tires, so I am probably better prepared than many.
No, I am leaving it on, thanks!
2 thoughts on “A Blast From the Past, the White Death Arriveth, and Sick Humor”
It got to 38 here last night, and might get colder tonight. That is freakishly cold for where I live, although it has snowed twice in the last half-century (the slushy snow immediately turned to water upon striking the ground the time I remember).
I still have two of my metal lunch boxes–Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica ($$$–if they weren’t rusty and beat to hell). Like you, I can attest that they could be made into weapons. One time in first or second grade, I recall the playground bully, Carl, hurling a lunchbox into some kid’s back. Ouch.
38 degrees is a heat wave in Ohio, at least between November and May. Then in early June or so, it gets up to 85-95 degrees with 100% humidity and stays there until September. It’s almost 60 here today, which is quite unusual for December- but- it will be low 20s before the end of the week with snow, ice and freezing rain. Probably all three at the same time. This is why Ohio is not a tropical paradise. It is more of a temperate swamp. The weather is mercurial at best, and there’s usually at least one form of precipitation going on at any given time. Nobody dreams of “moving to Ohio when I grow up. ” Most people who could get out have already left. The economy sucks just about as bad as the weather in most of Ohio so there’s not a whole lot of incentive to stay- but there’s also not enough money to leave.
Oh, well. I just hate having to pick and pry my way through ice to get to my car.