My parents were probably what would now be called below the poverty line when I was growing up. I went to small parochial schools with no cafeteria, no air conditioning, in Texas. We took our lunch and the nuns made us eat it all. Bologna sandwich, Fritos, apple, a carton of milk... whole milk. Maybe a carrot stick or two. Maybe some grapes if they were in season. AND WE LIKED IT! to quote Monty Python.
I say this is good. Possibly it will teach kids and parents alike responsibility. I will bring my own lunch thank you very much! All this began with the advent of the school bus picking up the kids FOR FREE! Now it is school at 4 years on up with meals provided. I hope the revolt is overwhelming.
“My parents were probably what would now be called below the poverty line when I was growing up. I went to small parochial schools with no cafeteria, no air conditioning, in Texas. We took our lunch and the nuns made us eat it all. Bologna sandwich, Fritos, apple, a carton of milk... whole milk. Maybe a carrot stick or two. Maybe some grapes if they were in season. AND WE LIKED IT! to quote Monty Python.”
OMG - sounds like my childhood lunches, right down to the contents. The small parochial school I attended would have a “Hot lunch” day about once a month in the winter. The hot lunch? Hot dogs.
Oddly, I turned out well enough. Some days I **envy** my parents - they had no overreaching FedGov trying to run their lives....and tax their honky ass out of existence.
Better days ahead, I hope. Thanks for the snapshot of childhood...