"Later that week, I had tagged along with my pop on a shopping trip to Wolfenden’s Hardware. I should have been grateful to have been welcomed with open arms when I began my ‘cafeteria life’ but soon realized that everyone had a cool lunchbox, and I embarrassingly brought my lunch in a ‘dumb paper bag.’
"I convinced my mother to let me start to take lunch with the other kids, and she agreed to make my lunches and leave them in the fridge the night before. But since we lived so close, having lunch with my schoolmates was not as practical in my German mother’s eyes as me simply walking across the street and her offering hot buttered noodles or tomato soup made with milk and served with salt crackers slathered in butter. “Growing up in the Milwaukee suburb of Brown Deer and living directly across the street from Algonquin Elementary School definitely had its advantages when I was growing up back in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Susan Hutton, West Bend Dad saves the day Probably wouldn't taste as good as it did when Mom made it.” I haven't eaten one of those sandwiches since graduating grade school 50 years ago. If it was fall weather, the lunch would include an apple from our annual trip to a nearby Minnesota apple orchard. "My favorite sandwich was creamy peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on white bread from the bakery. We always had a sandwich, fruit, sometimes soup in a Thermos, and if she had time, homemade chocolate pudding sealed in a small Tupperware container. She always made lunches for me and my three siblings at night for the next day. “My mom went back to work in 1965, so walking home for lunch was no longer an option.
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