In the 1950's we didn't have lockers in the corridor -- at least not at my elementary school. We kept our things in the cloakroom.
The cloakroom? Sounds positively Dickensian. Besides, what first grader wears a cloak? Granted, parkaroom doesn't have the same pizazz but it's certainly more accurate.
Plus, it wasn't really a room -- at least not in my elementary school. There were hooks for our jackets and eye-level shelves for storing our lunchboxes.
Ah, the lunchbox -- the original status symbol for our generation. That cheap metal sandwich container, complete with thermos, spoke volumes about how cool you were, even at six years old.
Dale Evans, Queen of the Cowboys, smiled back at me from my favorite lunchbox. As I ate my baloney on Wonder Bread sandwich, I'd imagine riding off into the sunset on Buttermilk. That's her horse, for those of you using your brain cells for something more productive like finding a cure for cancer.
Now I tote my lunch in an eco-friendly insulated zip-up bag. No pictures. No fun.
So who would adorn my grown-up lunchbox? Probably Mother Theresa. Having her smile back at me would be a reminder to question what I'm doing with my life.
2 comments:
OMG! Dale Evans and Buttermilk. How you do go back! Which only reminds me of Sky King, Penny and who was the guy sidekick -- all of them "brought to you by Nabisco." My lunchbox was very cool. You're right. It had to be exactly the perfect one purchased at the end of summer or how could I possibly take my lunch and thermos every day. And the cloakroom. What kid even knows what a cloak is. Thx for some good memories!
I remember my metal lunchboxes. Those were fun. If I find a Mother Theresa lunchbox, you're getting it for you birthday next year !
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