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Sunday, June 06, 2010

Lunch Boxes

It starts with small things.

This is the lunch box I took to school, beginning in the first grade. So did everyone else. Gramps used a lunch pail in the mine. Every winner of the Medal of Honor during WWII & the Korean War did too. Else, maybe, a brown paper sack. Ball players used them. That's right. Ball players who didn't need steroids to hit 60 home runs; only a quart of red whiskey and a couple of floozies the night before. When we played musical chairs in school, brawls would break out. We played tackle football on the street; no equipment unless you owned a helmet. Played softball on street corners, using the sewers for bases. Game ended when someone whacked a homer through a window. Mothers stood on the porch and watched, without interfering, sons bare-knuckle fight after an argument. All that changed with this crap. The will to win no matter what; the onset of namby-pambyism Coincidence? I think not.

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Anonymous said...: When I was stationed in Okinawa my shipmates gave me a Grizzly Adams lunchbox as a joke due to both my appearance (Navy allowed beards then) and nickname. I think I still have it.

And I'm no namby-pamby.

- the friendly grizzly; 6/6/10, 1:04 PM
David said...: A friend of mine works for the Wyoming Highway Patrol. Several years ago a patrolman walked into the squad room carrying a "My Little Pony" Lunch box. It seems his daughter got if for her birthday, but decided that she liked Daddy's black lunch box (just like the one in your picture) better, so she traded him.

The patrolman set his pretty pink lunch box on the table looked around the room and declared that he would shoot the first man who laughed at his daughter's gift.

He carried that lunch box to work for over 3 years.; 6/6/10, 1:37 PM
Anonymous said...: Wow! Glad I have a life!

Tetzman; 6/6/10, 2:28 PM
molonlabe28 said...: I think that the start of the wussification of the Western male )(to use KDT's term) was Sesame Street and Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood.

Seeing my brother watch this garbage, which was soon replaced with MTV and then video games for the last 25 years, was almost too much for me.

I tried to teach him to play baseball and football, but it was tantamount to rendering pearls before swine.

All he wanted to do was watch tv or play video games.

People like this are destined to wind up at the bottom of the food chain and spend a life of being dominated by females.

As the saying goes, I would rather see my sister in a whorehouse than my brother on a Honda.; 6/6/10, 2:31 PM
TechnoYid said...: I had one of those metal lunchboxes (about 1966), but, as I was walking to school (back in the days when one walked 7 blocks to school), I tripped and fell. The lunchbox fell in front of me, and the latch sprang up into the open position. My neck landed on the open latch, and it tore my throat open.

Much bleeding ensued. I put a tissue up to the bloody neck, and continued walking to school. The nurse at the elementary school called my mom and told my mom that I had "cut my throat". She came and got me, took me to the doctor (who gave me seven stiches), and I never took a metal lunch box to school again. My parents bought a plastic, soft lunchbox with a zipper.; 6/6/10, 2:53 PM
Juice said...: Geeze! Can't top Izzy's bleeding throat story, but why I preferred the brown bag route was because my red plaid metal box w/matching thermos began to rust and it STANK!! Icky lunch box odors are nasty.
No comments about cleaning it. My mom worked and we did enough self care taking already.; 6/6/10, 3:05 PM
Darrell said...: Twinkie the Kid? That would've been a butt kickin' on a daily basis...

It was a guy's first day on the job at the porn store. The boss had to leave, so he told the guy not to worry and everything would be okay.

A woman came in, wanting to buy a sex toy. The guy nervously said the little pink one is five bucks, the big black one is ten bucks. The woman bought the little pink one and left.

Having made a sale, the guy felt a bit better about his job. Another woman came in for a sex toy, the guy repeated the prices. The woman bought the big black one for ten bucks and left.

The guy felt pretty good now about his work. A big, rough looking gal came in wanting to buy a sex toy. He repeated his spiel. The big woman then asked about the really big plaid one sitting on the shelf. The guy looked over his shoulder, thought fast, and said that it was twenty bucks. The gal bought it and left.

The boss returned and asked how things had gone while he was out. The new guy said, "well, I sold one pink toy for five bucks, and one black one for ten bucks. Also, and I hope you don't mind, but I sold your thermos for twenty bucks."; 6/6/10, 5:05 PM
Alear said...: What lunchbox? Am I the only one who daily carried his brown-bag lunch into the Catholic grade school? And paid the weekly milk money?

First rebellion: My brother who was in third grade had an issue with pickle-pimento loaf. And so he told my mom quite forcefully he didn't want it anymore. Me, I was agnostic on that, still in awe of first grade to worry much about food.

Then, bro and ma both looked at me, like I'm some adjudicator. I make the decision: Yes mom, we hates the pickle-pimento loaf.

And so, never since that day have I tasted said lunchmeat.; 6/6/10, 6:33 PM
Hell_Is_Like_Newark said...: I had a lunch box like the one above during the 70's. I liked those old ones and someone started marketing them again.

A friend of mine and I got into a fight. He took my lunch box and smashed me across the face with it. Knocked me on my ass cold. Eye swelled shut. Lunch box was only dented. I remember using it clear into the next grade with a dent the shape of my brow.; 6/6/10, 8:16 PM
Anonymous said...: paper sack and a nickle for milk...
RAK; 6/7/10, 12:24 AM
Cowboy Blob said...: I had a Batman lunchbox, my Lil Bro a Green Lantern box, and Big Sis some pink princess thing. After we outgrew them, Dad spray-painted over them and used them for tool boxes.; 6/7/10, 1:06 AM
Anonymous said...: My Sirname is Beaver. If you have one I have not heard, then please, I collect them now. The point being, I came home from junior high one day crying, having been beaten by two assholes at once. I swore I would never return to school. My Mothers solution was slightly different. She took me to the bus stop, where said assholes got off the bus and made them fight me one at a time.I taught them, and She taught me. Now I wish I could have another lesson. I miss her so.; 6/7/10, 1:38 AM
Anonymous said...: Brown bag, if we could find one, and you'd better bring it back home if you wanted one for the next day.
Peanut butter and jelly, if we had jelly, {if someone remembered to buy bread} wrapped in aluminum foil.
Milk money, 3 cents, if we could steal it from mom's purse or dad's pile of junk on his dresser.
Getting them to sign the report card was like pulling elephants teeth. "I'll get to it later..." even when you approached pen-in-hand.
One of the sibs had a lunch box by the time I was off to collegs & Navy, and it stank too. Sour milk?
tomw; 6/7/10, 10:43 AM
Cowboy Blob said...: Correction from the Lil Bro:

Green Lantern => Green Hornet

Sucks when he reads the same blogs I do.; 6/7/10, 9:52 PM

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Lunch Boxes

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