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Grocery store flashback

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Time out for lunch memories.

In the grocery store this morning I rounded a corner, not paying much attention to what was in front of me, concentrating on my list of must haves and the fact that while I was in Alabama they rearranged the entire store.

I was having trouble finding anything.

And suddenly there, right there on a table that I almost ran into, was a lunch box display. Cute little boxes and bags, a reminder to kids everywhere that school was starting soon.

Instantly I could smell the wax paper holding my cheese and olive sandwich, could see the little bag containing a few cheese crackers, or maybe a cookie, the apple or banana, could remember the way I always wished my carton of milk was chocolate instead of the white we always had to get. Immediately I was in grade school again, though today’s lunch boxes don’t look anything like the red plaid tin box I carried for years.

I stopped for a moment and let those memories wash over me. I smiled as I tucked that little red plaid lunch box back into my memory. Funny what catches you by surprise and transports you into the worry-free world of a nine year old.

And then I moved on, my cart with the wiggly wheel rattling as I squeaked my way down the next aisle, my thoughts moving on too. What to make for dinner, I wondered, what to make this evening and tomorrow and the day after that?

Cheese and olive sandwiches come to mind.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

15 thoughts on “Grocery store flashback

  1. I love it when something awakens a fond memory like that. The things that pop up on Facebook, some old grinder or toaster or other implement either my mother or I used make me sigh, and then I realize you don’t see those around anymore. Something “new and improved” was introduced.

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  2. Did you have a tin lunch box with a clasp? I vaguely recall mine and marvel that I never got food poisoning from warm cheese and bologna sandwiches.

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  3. LOve when a memory like that comes up- you can picture it all. I bought a new lunch box just today for when school starts. 🙂

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  4. I had a red plaid lunchbox, too. Metal with a thermos to match. For some reason, the inside of the thermos (glass!) would usually break and the nuns would be quick to take the thermos and little cup/lid and whisk it into the trash. Why couldn’t I buy milk at school like the rest of the kids?!

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    • I don’t remember having a matching thermos…but it could have I suppose and either I didn’t use it or it broke. I just remember the metal box, plaid outside, white inside. We had to take milk money when I was in kindergarten in each Monday. 2 cents a day…so a dime. I got to wear my ‘milk money dress’ which I loved because it was blue and had a flowered color and a big pocket in which I put my dime. Sometimes it was two nickles. Sometimes even pennies. I remember once I was anxious about the money and counted my money half way to school and I was short, so I ran all the way home for another 2 cents.

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  5. I remember how Mom folded the top of the waxed paper on the top, and then folded the ends under.
    A long time ago I saw somebody wrap a burgert at McD’s that same way, but now they just pull all the sides up and call it good enough.

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  6. My lunch box when I was nine had Hopalong Cassidy on it. Oh oh, I’ve forgotten his horse’s name!

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  7. Gee, am I the only kid who ate school lunches?? We had an excellent cook back in the day, so rarely did Mom have to pack me a lunch box meal. I think I’d have liked a sandwich, chips, and cookies occasionally — especially when we got mystery meat and canned peas, ha!

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    • When we got a bit older and were in a different school system we listened to the school lunch menu on the radio each morning and decided if we wanted to take lunch or buy lunch. Lunch was 35 cents then. I think we had to make our own lunch by then.

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