I remember as a kid at Northside Elementary when Elmo Oxborrow was our principal and we had chocolate milk from Creamland Dairy every Thursday. One of the great thrills in life was getting the hot lunch menu for the week. Pizza day was always the big hit, but there was also spaghetti, turkey and mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and sloppy joe’s with tater tots!! Ohhhh, yeah.
When we were little the fancy kids brought their own cold lunch from home. I don’t know at what point it became a social stigma to take hot lunch, but at E.C. Best you weren’t the “in” kids unless you were walking to Bob’s Liquor for junk food for lunch. I probably never even graced the cafeteria my whole high school career for fear someone would find out we were poor.
All this comes rushing back every time I type the Senior Center meal schedule for the paper. It makes me want to go to lunch over there on Shepherd’s Pie day.
But it was really weird the last time I was at the Senior Center – for the Christmas Luncheon hosted and served by the City of Fallon – that it hit me how strange is the circle of life.
We go from being fed by the institution as children to being fed by the institution as old people. And thank goodness we have this opportunity. I’m thinking of the several hundred people in our community who are reliant on the Meals on Wheels program and the sweet people at the Senior Center who deliver those every day and take their responsibility to our elders to their very hearts.
We live in a great country and an even better community. We really do take care of each other, in spite of what we may hear out there in the big bad world – but it makes me worried a bit. I don’t like to rely on people and certainly not “the institution.”
We’ve escaped the mask mandate today, finally. A mandate forced on us by the institution. I don’t like that the institution ignored hundreds of years of common sense to force us to do anything.
Oh, I can hear the seatbelt people now – and to you I say, when we learn that something is safer, we implement it. We aren’t ninnies. But anyone can see that touching and adjusting your filthy mask all day and then touching your desk and then touching the broccoli in the produce section is going to spread germs. Geez.
At any rate, I’m recovering from my bout with the pox and I’m grateful it wasn’t worse. I’m going to sit here with my natural immunity and my Thursday Sandhill Dairy chocolate milk and keep on…
…keeping you Posted.
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