My father was career army, so I got to experience many different things in many places...When he retired in 1973 after thirty years service, we came here to the Eastern Kentucky mountains, his home area, much to my mother's and mine's objections!
Grade school food here was really wonderful. Chili, homemade yeast rolls that were bigger than you fist, chicken and dumplings, hamburgers and fries,etc.,...The main cook was a saint of a lady whom just recently went to that "big lunchroom in the sky", Lack Lafferty. She always knew when a child needed an encourageing word, and might need a little extra on their plates as that might be all they have to eat that day.Don't make em' like her anymore! High school food was a tad underpar. The preresiquite pizza and corn, but the most feared, by me at least was the Chuckwagon patty. A contender for mystery meat if ever there was one...Of course now, they have changed to more mainstream like all others:salad bar, tacos, pizza, etc.,....Those were the days my friends!
Tom B. in cold, wet, foggy, Eastern Kentucky.