My favorite thing about Alexander was the safety patrol room. Since my mom was a kindergarten teacher at Alexander, if I was sick (or was pretending to be sick), I was not sent home. Instead, I was escorted to the safety patrol room, where I could rest on a cot until the school day ended. Such happy memories!
My least favorite thing about Alexander (besides the scary 4th grade teacher who would chase children down the hall and corner them in the bathroom, where she would beat on the stall doors with a paddle in a vain effort to force them out of hiding) was the cafeteria food. In fact, when my parents informed me that we would be moving to the Nashville area at the conclusion of my 5th grade school year, I was relieved because it meant that I would no longer have to fear being assigned Mrs. Sneed's 6th grade class. Mrs. Sneed forced her students to eat at least one bite of everything that was slopped onto their lunch trays, and, consequently, there were always piles of uneaten food underneath her classroom's designated table in the lunchroom. Fridays were the worst days of all, since sauerkraut was always on the menu. I will always be grateful to God that he provided my father with a new job in Nashville in the summer of 1975, since it spared me from a school year plagued by sauerkraut. If a School Lunch Corps program is ever created, I trust they will institute a no sauerkraut rule.
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I grew up in Louisville, KY which has a large Catholic population as well as a large population with German ancestry. Sauerkraut was served quite often in my house while I was growing up. One of our favorite dishes was when Mom would take the sauerkraut from the day before and add dumplings to it. YUM! YUM! Sauerkraut with dumplings for supper.
On Fridays in the Louisville school system we had a square fish pattie, macaroni and cheese, and peas. Every Friday from first grade to the twelfth grade. It didn' matter it was a public school, you ate "Catholic" every Friday. The only bad thing about the meal was we had to drink milk with it. All of us kids knew that if you drank milk and ate fish you could get sick and die. We just waited and waited for one of us kids to die from eating this meal. We never did.
Thanks for the memories.
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