Vintage lunchboxes? Those are from the 70's. That's not vintage. I bet they were soft sided, so the overprotected little darlings wouldn't get hurt, poke their eyes out on a corner or something.
My lunchbox was 60's and metal, with metal clasps that could pinch your finger if you weren't careful. And it was a nice, tasteful plaid.
Well, MY lunchboxes were from teh 1950s, metal and... wait a minute. I didn't have a linch box. I had a brown paper bag. I didn't have a thermos, I had milk money. But I KNEW a kid who had a lunch box that I coveted. It had Red Ryder on it, and Little Beaver too.
We didn't have lunch boxes when I was a kid because Lunch hadn't been invented yet. We got up in the morning two hours before we went to bed, ate a handful of cold gravel, then walked five miles through the snow to work 14 hours in a coal mine. And when we dragged ourselves home, exhausted, our parents beat us to sleep with a strap. If we complained, they'd strangle us to death, then dance on our graves.
But if you told that to kids nowadays, they wouldn't believe you.
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Vintage lunchboxes? Those are from the 70's. That's not vintage. I bet they were soft sided, so the overprotected little darlings wouldn't get hurt, poke their eyes out on a corner or something.
My lunchbox was 60's and metal, with metal clasps that could pinch your finger if you weren't careful. And it was a nice, tasteful plaid.
TV characters? BAH!
Well, MY lunchboxes were from teh 1950s, metal and... wait a minute. I didn't have a linch box. I had a brown paper bag. I didn't have a thermos, I had milk money. But I KNEW a kid who had a lunch box that I coveted. It had Red Ryder on it, and Little Beaver too.
I afraid it was a 60's box for me. A Bonanza special. Go get 'um Little Joe!
Richard, when I was in school, I, too, coveted little beaver.
You guys are awful.
We didn't have lunch boxes when I was a kid because Lunch hadn't been invented yet. We got up in the morning two hours before we went to bed, ate a handful of cold gravel, then walked five miles through the snow to work 14 hours in a coal mine. And when we dragged ourselves home, exhausted, our parents beat us to sleep with a strap. If we complained, they'd strangle us to death, then dance on our graves.
But if you told that to kids nowadays, they wouldn't believe you.
But I believe you.
Bill, I meant to attribute that last bit to "The 1948 Show", a PYTHON precourser with John Cleese Graham Chapman & Marty Feldman.
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