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Have a 3-2-4-4 Day

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Have a 3-2-4-4 day. Ah, back in the day when the food pyramid was easy and not controlled by the beef & dairy industry. That’s three dairy servings, two meet, four grain, and four fruit/veg every day. I’m sure nutrition scientists have changed those numbers since the 70’s, but they were good enough for us back then.

Back in the day when Mrs. Snodgrass and Nedham would check to make sure we’d eaten some of everything before releasing us to recess.

Back in the day when Jimmy Ward would throw rolls out the open lunchroom window.

Back in the day when Kent Larsen would fling a spoonful of peas across the lunchroom while yelling “Martian turds away!”

Back in the day when we regularly received roasted marshmallow on a peach half or carrot shavings in orange jello.

Back in the day when we probably didn’t appreciate how good we had it having basically home cooked food everyday.

Back in the day when during school lunch week we had to eat everything on our plate to get a 3-2-4-4 pencil, and since Snodgrass and Nedham were wise to the hiding of food in our milk cartons, I held all my cole slaw in my mouth while she checked my tray and sent me outside with pencil proudly in hand so I could spew that nasty slaw all over the playground. Totally worth it.

But who’s Nelson?

Friend Julie: I have that button. I remember when we thought we could hide food we didn’t want to eat in our milk cartons. Mrs. Snodgrass was onto us pretty quick. And now I am one of those lunch ladies at Kennedy!!! I have actually caught a few kids doing that and it cracked me up. I let them go dump their tray anyhow.

Death Valley with Vincent

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Last year my graduating class lost a guy we all loved.  Some of us continued to be close to Vincent.  I had lost touch with him over the years.  One of my favorite memories of Vincent was a 5th grade project that we worked on together decades ago.  I can’t understand what it was that our teacher, Mrs. Wilson,  didn’t like about this poster. The dripping blood? The looming vulture?  The dying tourist? The Coors sweatshirt? (A Vinny G. touch if ever there was one.) I do remember she hated that smiling sun. Who knows, maybe she had a bad experience in Death Valley once. Anyway, you can see we had all the pertinent information right there on the poster. It was a treat to find this. Vincent makes me smile yet again.