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It came to our attention through several phone calls and emails last week that Mrs.Taylor's column had been inadvertently mislabeled. We apologize for the error.Please find last week's Reflections in its entirety.In the long ago, childhood that is, we took our lunches to school to eat along side all others who had their Moms fill sacks with goodies. My Mom did the best *she could but ever so often she had to use biscuits for light bread. And, oh my, we did enjoy thatlight bread even itwe did have to have a biscuit ever now and then. But, the best story I've learned lately is the one Bertie Smith and her friends pulled off at school in Lockhart during lunch time.It was about the sixth grade when several of them decided to try someone else's lunch for a change, Bertie and her friends would have to label their sacks with their names and one day it was Bertie's turn not to write her name on her sack. The intention was that she could grab onto another sack that was always packed with goodies. They could count on two light bread sandwiches with sandwich meat and cheese and everything plus chips, cookies, and a piece of fruit. The girls easily shared the lunch as the young man, whose lunchthey had taken, cried and told the teacher he didn't ever bring biscuits and the lunch that was left couldn't be his because it had biscuits. It wasn't long that day before his Mom had appeared with another delicious lunch. Bertie's friends still remember that day and so does the young man. In fact, he's still known to laugh about the happening when he sees Bertie.At some time back there Cooke County decided that all the county schools needed a lunchroom. It was a small building that was built alongside the schoolhouse. Rain or shine, cold or hot, we had to have a hot meal ready to be served to us. Our Dad didn't want his children to miss out on anything so he paid the small fee to allow us the hot mealduring the school days. All I can recall from the hot lunches is the spinach without the hot sauce.The lunch room lady that cooked the meals lived across the4road from us in the two story house in the upstairs bedroom. She had a boyfriend who came each Sunday to court her and we had a bird's eye view of the goings on. If we needed a closer look we could sneak into the closer view when the corn was about grown and we could easily hide there and watch. Of course, all that ever took place was each of them sitting in their rockers on the upstairs porch.And biscuits were yummy even then and several of the children were always happy when someone traded with them for what was called a better lunch.
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Nov 06, 2008
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