Speaking of Mom's cookies makes me think of our lunch pails when we went to the old school house.
My brother Ted and I started school together. We
went to all eight grades in this old school house. There was just one
teacher for all the grades. We walked a mile and a half to school every
day.
We
always took lunch pails to school with peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches...peanut butter with apple, strawberry, or plum jelly. We
always had a cookie, an apple, or a piece of cake in our pails, too. My
mother baked one cake a week on Saturday. It had to last for a week.
Photo from Mary's photo album, taken years later
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