First grade, 1951. I don't know if I ever ate breakfast, but at school we had "Mid-morning Milk." I suppose it was free or I wouldn't have had it. I don't remember food being important to me. School was fun. Food was just food. What a concept.

One of my most indelible memories of first grade is sitting in the lunchroom for hours because, while I loved grilled cheese sandwiches, the ungrilled kind disgusted me, and I would not eat it.

When my mother heard about it when I got home, she turned into a whirlwind and told them to never do that again, adding, "I could have told you that you can't make her eat something she doesn't want."

We had mid morning milk too but I remember that we had to bring in milk money every week. The small milk cartons would be left in the hall outside the classroom and the milk collected just before we drank it so that it was always warm and sometimes sour. Delightful!

Jean

In the UK in the fifties we got a little,bottle of full-fat milk mid-morning which we drank with a straw. This tradition carried,on until abolished by Margaret Thatcher, hence the jingle "Thatcher, Thatcher, milk snatcher"