June 17, 2009 > The Lunch Box
The Lunch Box
By Leticia Garcia Bradford
My lunch box did not exude fond memories, but I can recall my father's. Dad went to work every day with the same lunch in his dark gray metal box with a rounded top and a red handle. It was long enough to fit his Thermos, filled with his daily can of soup alongside a peanut butter sandwich and banana. The menu never changed.
On more than one occasion, a broken thermos needed to be replaced, with any luck after he had eaten his soup. Years later, his lunch box changed to a white bucket. It still held his Thermos for soup and one for coffee with his daily peanut butter sandwich, now protected in a plastic container, and the banana. Today my dad is retired, yet he still goes daily to another job. His lunch routine is still the same, continuing to utilize the white bucket signifying the constant love and devotion of a father for his family, in the memory of a lunch box.