BEATLETOT! Your comment on my blog about my need to be liked made me laugh out loud! Thanks so much for sharing your own experience! I, too, could be found in the kitchen on school mornings, making not only my lunch (a slimy piece of baloney between two slices of stale white bread thrust messily into a "baggy") but also frying an egg for my breakfast. My mother was a teacher and very busy in the morning, but she would stop at our neighborhood mom-and-pop store as we all rode to school, and I would be allowed to buy jelly beans and eat them in the back seat before we arrived! Ha ha! What a diet! A fried egg and jelly beans for breakfast! Anorexia would follow in my sixth grade year.
But times were different back then; parents did not hover obsessively around their children as they often do now and as I've been guilty of doing. Being a "mother" was not such a big deal in the fifties and sixties. It was just one of those things that happened.
I loved it when you said that I get the best comments on my blogs! It's true! The comments are so interesting! I always love reading them and wish I could gather everybody in a room for coffee to hear them in person, because most people don't have enough time to write everything down in a blog. But everybody's story is so important and there is nothing I enjoy more than hearing what people have been through in their lives.
Hope all is well with you, dear BEATLETOT!
P.S. Have you ever read The Glass Castle, by Jeannette Walls? I recommend it. So gripping, sad, and funny. And it resonates with people who in their childhood had to make their own food.