Depression Era Lunch Poem

Oregonian shares poem about depression era lunch as a child


| Good Old Days


A poem about the depression era:

Depression days in Oklahoma
A time when cash was rare,
A homemade lunch to carry
But we really didn't care.
No store-bought box had we
To hold our meager fare

Of biscuits holding fried eggs
Or home-grown slabs of meat,
Perhaps a baked potato
Either Irish, white, or sweet.
In fall there'd be an apple
Which was a special treat.

A lard bucket or syrup pail
Would hold whate' er we took
To feed ourselves at noontime
Break from poring over our books.
"What's in your lunch today?
Mind if I take a look?"



Warm days we ate outdoors
Clustered with our pals.
Grassy plots or on the stile
Were favorites of the gals.

Some carried milk in a jar,
A thermos was unknown.
Boiled eggs were often cracked
On a friend's noggin bone.
There were some schooldays
When lunch was bread alone.






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