|DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER
Robert L. Seay
Dad was always a strict disciplinarian, but as grandkids came along he preferred
to use stories to instill life-lessons, as long as the kids cared to listen. This story had
nothing to do with books, but did take place at school.
In the early twentieth century, small one-room schools were located in most rural
communities. Lunch rooms were not standard, which meant that students brought
their own lunch. As Dad remembered, " Lunch was usually what we had left over from
breakfast, such as a biscuit, a piece of salt pork and maybe a boiled egg on occasion."
As 8 and 10-year olds, Dad and Uncle Homer looked forward to school, carrying
their lunch in a paper sack or a 4-lb lard pail, setting it down in the foyer along beside
bags and pails of the other students. When lunch time came the kids would grab their
sack and find a shade tree. Lunch went pretty quick in order to have more time to play.
Every once in a while, one of the grandkids would ask, " How could you tell your
sack from everybody else's?" "Why we used the sacks over and over", Dad replied.
"Every kid learned to recognize the greasy spots on their own sack!"
Boys always remember the girls from grade school days! Dad and Homer were no
exception, and in this case they remembered one special girl. As Dad told the grandkids,
"This pretty little girl was dressed nice every day. Her clothes were factory made, but
what caught our eye was, unlike the rest of us, she had a store-bought lunch box!"
"Biscuits and pork, biscuits and pork", Dad lamented. "We always had plenty to
eat, but awhile you get to thinking about a change of diet." Well Willie and Homer
let their mind wander and soon began to think about the nice lunch items packed
inside that store-bought box.
One day when the lunch bell rang, following a well devised plan the two boys ran
quickly into the foyer and placed their lunch sack where the girl could find it. Grabbing
her lunch box, they ran into the wooded area at the edge of the school yard.
Dad recalled, " Homer and I had really worked up an appetite by just thinking
about the good things to eat in that girl's lunch box!" Impatiently, the grandkids would
always ask, "What did she have to eat?"
"We'll that's what I'm trying to tell you!" Dad cautioned, "You can't judge a
book by its cover because all the little girl had in her lunch box was ball-peen hammer
and a hand-full of hickory nuts!"
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