@synovia: My grade school used the gymnasium as the lunch room. I'm not sure what we called it besides the gym. Anyways, they served "hot lunch" and also allowed kids to bring "cold lunch." I was a cold lunch kid and didn't start eating hot lunch (cafeteria food) until high school. Some of the cold lunch kids brown bagged it. The lunch boxes were too "grade school."
@synova: I'm trying to remember if we sorted or ourselves then by table according to "hot lunch" or "cold lunch." Certainly the cold lunch kids could eat a few minutes early, not having to wait in a line.
@JAL: The 1980 Olympic Hockey victory was one the best sports moments in history. Bob Suter and Mark Johnson were both Badgers who brought the UW-Madison many WCHA championships.
School lunches were awful, they always tasted of Styrofoam - because they were cooked at the Junior high/high school and the transported to the elementary school.
Although some kids brought their lunch, about half of us in elementary school walked home for lunch, and then walked back to school. It was about 1/4 mile each way for me. I remember doing that at 5 years old in first grade. Walk home, have a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup, or my favorite Campbell's Bean with Bacon, then take a short nap, and walk back to school. It was only about a 5 minute walk, but it was 5 and 6 year olds in first grade unsupervised walking the streets, usually like me completely alone. It seems crazy today, but nobody thought anything of it.
One of the most affecting things I ever saw was a movie shown to us in 4th grade by a local cop about kids being abducted and murdered by predators. It scared the crap out of me. They simply trusted that telling us what could happen and how to avoid it was sufficient to protect us. It never did happen in that small town of 15,000, so maybe the level of concern was reasonable. A kid was much more likely to fall victim to a family member than a stranger, and drowning seemed like the most common cause of death for kids.
I carved a leather thermos cover for my older brother one time. The lunch pail had a design too but the thermos was the thing that got him.
Totally got him.
Drew the picture too. A deer. A majestic stag. With antlers. It was a leather patch rubber cemented onto the thermos the ends stitched together, as they do with another strip of leather that comes on a roll, not regular thread stitching like shoes. I still have all those tools. The knife is a swivel knife that gouges the leather then you bevel the cut you made and that's like a bruise on the leather that cannot heal because the cow is dead, d. e. a. d., dead. You bevel all around, texture here, texture there, with your hammery tools until your composition is complete, then you stain the leather and finish it and stitch it up.
The box had a hump for the thermos and it was covered with similar patches but no stitching, design mostly plants. Barry worked at Martin Marietta, now Lockheed Martin and took his lunch in that box even though they have an incredible cafeteria.
I saw that box at the house and I asked why wasn't it still used and Barry said, "The glass broke." Fuck. Too bad I glued it on and stitched it solidly instead of just sliding it on. I guess it could be unstitched, peeled off and redone, but everyone has their own impressive coffee travelers now.
They keep all those craft things around but not the art. They've kept rocks painted to bugs, a white plate with a black cockroach drawn in black, decoupage projects, terrariums, a plaster owl, a few drawings, and framed and display those, but not the art that I've sold.
They flat do not understand that at all, none of my family does, I can tell by the questions they ask, and so far they've shown no interest at all in having one. So if I offered it would be an imposition. And if they just accepted to be nice and then stuck it somewhere to appease me unlike the people who buy them, I'd be really pissed off. This post reminded me of the things my parents kept, an impressive feat of endurance for those objects considering the thorough culling done at each move. Something has to give. Sorting through things in the basement turned up all kind of strange things that oddly managed to remain like that broken thermos, too damaged to use, too anachronistic to revive, but too personal and touching to let go. Aparently.
Candelabras I made in ceramics at age twelve, deplorable design, the sort of thing a kid would do, saved as if some kind of treasure. A nativity set made at the same time, the biggest one available with the most pieces, painted in detail, each eye a blue dot. A dumbass blue dot. I look at those things now and think, "What kind of dummkopf paints a blue dot for an eye?" Half the eyes brown, half the eyes blue because that's how it is in my family. Camels, sheep, angel, shepherds, three kings, cows, manger, baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the whole bit. It all gets packed up in a box. Now they've all got pop-up cards they cannot get rid of. But an Egyptian painting? No thank you. A carving of Harsaphes? Who dat? Could it be because the hieroglyphics don't say anything? That was before I could read them, I just carved symbols I liked. Maybe that's the reason. You know what's amazing to me? I found my own image by typing [harsaphes bour3] and it was the only image to come up BANG just like that.
No Doubt Had a Lunch Box in Grade School, Can't Bring it Quite to Mind: Hot Wheels Theme is a Faint Memory Wisp.
My High School Had an Open Campus at Lunch, So You Could Go Anywhere, But Being the Suburbs Before the Era of the MiniMall Sprawl There was Only a Circle-K in the Vicinity Until You Were Old Enough to Drive. Circle-K Lunch = HoHos and Milk Lunch.
Then Back to Campus Where We'd Check Out a Basketball from the Gym and Play Some Half-Court until Fifth Period.
Of Course, the Kool Kids Stayed on Campus in the Designated Smoking Section on the Edge of the Playground by the Auditorium.
Sanctioned Smoking Area For High School Kids: it Was the Seventies, as You Might Have Figured.
Brown paper bag, sandwich wrapped in waxed paper. No talking during lunch either. Teachers ate ate tables on the side of the cafeteria to keep an eye on us.
Can't remember what I had for a lunch box in elementary school. Maybe I brown-bagged it. Once I started working, I had the black lunch box with the rounded top, which was where your thermos went.
I liked school lunches, and I also liked Army food. I am not a fussy eater. Didn't have any trouble consuming c-rations, either.
Once LRRP rations came out, it was like food from heaven.
We had to use paper bags we stole from our neighbor's septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to school, eat our gravel and weeds for lunch, then go to work at the rendering farm, cleaning up the dead animals for eight hours, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt if we we re lucky, but when he was drunk he used to put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the kitchen table and say "choose". I used to go with the wrench, because fuck him, that's why.
Plaid. We went all the way to plaid and did manage to avoid ludicrous lunch box colors.
Actually....I don't recall any lunchboxes. I'm sure I had one for a while. In the combined elementary and junior high at about 6th grade, we had a cafeteria.
I saw that box at the house and I asked why wasn't it still used and Barry said, "The glass broke."
Check eBay. Seriously,. There are some on there -- the glass kind. I think I have one buried some place in my basement, but don't remember what size it was.
Funny how we kids could be trusted to carry a glass thermos bottle to school -- pre the styrofoam lined ones. (Some of us are that old.)
The NRA needs to sell promotional lunch boxes. That would be an awesome test of the culture. They could sell a whole series with ones that promote each of the bill of rights.
Mine was bright orange and green and I don't even think it was a true "lunch box". In fact, I know it wasn't. It was some kind of small cooler my mom bought because it cost less than those cool character lunch boxes everyone else had.
The only lunch box I remember was for the 1970s King Kong movie. It was pretty cool.
I probably also had an Evel Kneivel lunch box at some point before that. I also had all the Evel Kneivel toys. People that weren't alive back then just can't understand how freakin' AWESOME that guy was!
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Adult Swim is on.
Mine was white and pink. Penelope Pitstop.
Adult Swim is on.
Skinny dipping?
@sydney: Nice wheels!
I always ate at the cafeteria. :-(
@synovia: My grade school used the gymnasium as the lunch room. I'm not sure what we called it besides the gym. Anyways, they served "hot lunch" and also allowed kids to bring "cold lunch." I was a cold lunch kid and didn't start eating hot lunch (cafeteria food) until high school.
Some of the cold lunch kids brown bagged it. The lunch boxes were too "grade school."
@synova: I'm trying to remember if we sorted or ourselves then by table according to "hot lunch" or "cold lunch." Certainly the cold lunch kids could eat a few minutes early, not having to wait in a line.
Elementary school.
Green.
A sort of hunter green smaller version of the man size black ones with the curved top for the Thermos® bottle.
I had some other ones but that is the ones I remember most.
Maybe I or my brother had a Lone Ranger one?
OT We just finished watching Miracle - the one about our hockey team who beat the CCCP in the Lake Placid Olympics.
I want that America back.
Like this ... The Thermos® was simpler and different. I think.
Kid size.
@JAL: The 1980 Olympic Hockey victory was one the best sports moments in history. Bob Suter and Mark Johnson were both Badgers who brought the UW-Madison many WCHA championships.
video.adultswim.com is always on. The beauty of the internet.
I'm thinking...maybe the lunchbox was blue collar kid thing?
"The lunch boxes were too "grade school."
Yep, no "lunch boxes" in Junior High.
School lunches were awful, they always tasted of Styrofoam - because they were cooked at the Junior high/high school and the transported to the elementary school.
Although some kids brought their lunch, about half of us in elementary school walked home for lunch, and then walked back to school. It was about 1/4 mile each way for me. I remember doing that at 5 years old in first grade. Walk home, have a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup, or my favorite Campbell's Bean with Bacon, then take a short nap, and walk back to school. It was only about a 5 minute walk, but it was 5 and 6 year olds in first grade unsupervised walking the streets, usually like me completely alone. It seems crazy today, but nobody thought anything of it.
One of the most affecting things I ever saw was a movie shown to us in 4th grade by a local cop about kids being abducted and murdered by predators. It scared the crap out of me. They simply trusted that telling us what could happen and how to avoid it was sufficient to protect us. It never did happen in that small town of 15,000, so maybe the level of concern was reasonable. A kid was much more likely to fall victim to a family member than a stranger, and drowning seemed like the most common cause of death for kids.
Patrick Stewart reciting a poem in his native dialect.
It's Poetry!
Patrick Stewart was best as Sejanus in "I, Claudius"
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I wanted to see if someone might have charged the incident as possibly another race hoax.
Comments disabled. There will be one narrative, and one narrative only. Dismissed.
No, you're dismissed.
I said it first, "dismissed."
I said it second and meant it hardest, "dismissed!"
"Too late. Dismissed."
And good day to you, "ISAIDDISMISSED!"
I carved a leather thermos cover for my older brother one time. The lunch pail had a design too but the thermos was the thing that got him.
Totally got him.
Drew the picture too. A deer. A majestic stag. With antlers. It was a leather patch rubber cemented onto the thermos the ends stitched together, as they do with another strip of leather that comes on a roll, not regular thread stitching like shoes. I still have all those tools. The knife is a swivel knife that gouges the leather then you bevel the cut you made and that's like a bruise on the leather that cannot heal because the cow is dead, d. e. a. d., dead. You bevel all around, texture here, texture there, with your hammery tools until your composition is complete, then you stain the leather and finish it and stitch it up.
The box had a hump for the thermos and it was covered with similar patches but no stitching, design mostly plants. Barry worked at Martin Marietta, now Lockheed Martin and took his lunch in that box even though they have an incredible cafeteria.
I saw that box at the house and I asked why wasn't it still used and Barry said, "The glass broke." Fuck. Too bad I glued it on and stitched it solidly instead of just sliding it on. I guess it could be unstitched, peeled off and redone, but everyone has their own impressive coffee travelers now.
They keep all those craft things around but not the art. They've kept rocks painted to bugs, a white plate with a black cockroach drawn in black, decoupage projects, terrariums, a plaster owl, a few drawings, and framed and display those, but not the art that I've sold.
They flat do not understand that at all, none of my family does, I can tell by the questions they ask, and so far they've shown no interest at all in having one. So if I offered it would be an imposition. And if they just accepted to be nice and then stuck it somewhere to appease me unlike the people who buy them, I'd be really pissed off. This post reminded me of the things my parents kept, an impressive feat of endurance for those objects considering the thorough culling done at each move. Something has to give. Sorting through things in the basement turned up all kind of strange things that oddly managed to remain like that broken thermos, too damaged to use, too anachronistic to revive, but too personal and touching to let go. Aparently.
Candelabras I made in ceramics at age twelve, deplorable design, the sort of thing a kid would do, saved as if some kind of treasure. A nativity set made at the same time, the biggest one available with the most pieces, painted in detail, each eye a blue dot. A dumbass blue dot. I look at those things now and think, "What kind of dummkopf paints a blue dot for an eye?" Half the eyes brown, half the eyes blue because that's how it is in my family. Camels, sheep, angel, shepherds, three kings, cows, manger, baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the whole bit. It all gets packed up in a box. Now they've all got pop-up cards they cannot get rid of. But an Egyptian painting? No thank you. A carving of Harsaphes? Who dat? Could it be because the hieroglyphics don't say anything? That was before I could read them, I just carved symbols I liked. Maybe that's the reason. You know what's amazing to me? I found my own image by typing [harsaphes bour3] and it was the only image to come up BANG just like that.
Red, I think.
Davy Crockett.
Brown paper bag. And, my mother would not spend money on lunch bags. We would often be given large shopping bags w/ the top half cut off.
No Doubt Had a Lunch Box in Grade School, Can't Bring it Quite to Mind: Hot Wheels Theme is a Faint Memory Wisp.
My High School Had an Open Campus at Lunch, So You Could Go Anywhere, But Being the Suburbs Before the Era of the MiniMall Sprawl There was Only a Circle-K in the Vicinity Until You Were Old Enough to Drive.
Circle-K Lunch = HoHos and Milk Lunch.
Then Back to Campus Where We'd Check Out a Basketball from the Gym and Play Some Half-Court until Fifth Period.
Of Course, the Kool Kids Stayed on Campus in the Designated Smoking Section on the Edge of the Playground by the Auditorium.
Sanctioned Smoking Area For High School Kids: it Was the Seventies, as You Might Have Figured.
Brown paper bag, sandwich wrapped in waxed paper. No talking during lunch either. Teachers ate ate tables on the side of the cafeteria to keep an eye on us.
I did a "Find on this Page" for "parachute" but it isn't here, except for the one I just did, of course.
Can't remember what I had for a lunch box in elementary school. Maybe I brown-bagged it. Once I started working, I had the black lunch box with the rounded top, which was where your thermos went.
I liked school lunches, and I also liked Army food. I am not a fussy eater. Didn't have any trouble consuming c-rations, either.
Once LRRP rations came out, it was like food from heaven.
Deborah, Then those teachers went to their lounge to bang heaters.
Lunch box? You were lucky.
We had to use paper bags we stole from our neighbor's septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to school, eat our gravel and weeds for lunch, then go to work at the rendering farm, cleaning up the dead animals for eight hours, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt if we we re lucky, but when he was drunk he used to put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the kitchen table and say "choose". I used to go with the wrench, because fuck him, that's why.
How'd you like them apples?
Plaid. We went all the way to plaid and did manage to avoid ludicrous lunch box colors.
Actually....I don't recall any lunchboxes. I'm sure I had one for a while. In the combined elementary and junior high at about 6th grade, we had a cafeteria.
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-1963-60s-Barbie-Midge-black-vinyl-lunchbox-by-Thermos-/350710866375?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item51a7ff21c7
http://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-Collectible-Yellow-1964-Flintstones-Metal-Lunchbox-lunch-box-Thermos-Al-/171118755408?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item27d778fe50
http://www.ebay.com/itm/RARE-1967-CAMPUS-QUEEN-MAGNETIC-GAME-KIT-LUNCHBOX-REAL-NICE-/300723282381?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item46048121cd
Dig the game on the back of the last one. Use enlarge feature.
Might steep price for the Flintstone lunchbox. I wonder if they'll get that.
Yeah, pretty silly. They're not that rare, I wouldn't think.
But I did see a Fire King white coffee cup with Snoopy in the Red Baron machine-gun pose on top of his dog house go for $258.
@Llanelli, that explains a lot.
ndspenelli. Sorry, it's my Kindle ....
I had the following:
Space 1999
NFL
Star Wars
Chip --
I saw that box at the house and I asked why wasn't it still used and Barry said, "The glass broke."
Check eBay. Seriously,. There are some on there -- the glass kind. I think I have one buried some place in my basement, but don't remember what size it was.
Funny how we kids could be trusted to carry a glass thermos bottle to school -- pre the styrofoam lined ones. (Some of us are that old.)
That and walk to school.
@ El Pollo --
Jim Craig was/is the nephew of one of mom's hometown friends.
Six degrees stuff.
I knew the ending and I was still excited. And anxious!
The NRA needs to sell promotional lunch boxes. That would be an awesome test of the culture. They could sell a whole series with ones that promote each of the bill of rights.
There should at least be a Ted Nugent lunchbox.
I didn't have a lunch box.
You preferred to brown bag?
I wanted The Strawberry Shortcake lunch thing but mom said no.
Chick we are bonding. I can feel it.
Get over here and hug me big guy.
There should at least be a Ted Nugent lunchbox.
oh. yeah.
*Sads*
No one recognized my Good Will Monty Python reference.
Mine was bright orange and green and I don't even think it was a true "lunch box". In fact, I know it wasn't. It was some kind of small cooler my mom bought because it cost less than those cool character lunch boxes everyone else had.
Yeah. Kaboom Kid.
The only lunch box I remember was for the 1970s King Kong movie. It was pretty cool.
I probably also had an Evel Kneivel lunch box at some point before that. I also had all the Evel Kneivel toys. People that weren't alive back then just can't understand how freakin' AWESOME that guy was!
Pogo;
No one recognized my Good Will Monty Python reference.
I got it. Kinda like working for Dinsdale Pirahna.
"He was a cruel man...cruel but FAIR!"
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