I just now discarded a used Ziplock sandwich bag and thought of my mother.
No such bags existed when she made my school lunch. Sandwiches were wrapped in waxed paper, neatly folded over where the edges of the paper met, with the ends twisted to keep the wrapping secure.
If she sent cut up vegetables or cookies or a piece of cake, they also stayed fresh in waxed paper.
This is no big thing, just a memory and a small tribute to my mother for the extra time and, yes, extra effort she gave to my lunches.
Sure, sometimes I ate in the cafeteria, but that was only in elementary school.
By the way, my mom's sandwiches were always good. Especially avocado and bacon on her homemade whole wheat bread. Those I had to hide from my high school friends.
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