Dad worked for 40 years for the Union Pacific Railroad. Each day he would line this lunch box with wax paper, make a sandwich, bag up some potato chips, and a twinkie or a Ding Dong. On a good day he would make the sandwich of egg salad, or possibly tuna. On a busy day, when he didn’t have the time to make a sandwich, it was bologna with mustard on white bread.
He would always go to work with his lunch bucket in his hand, wearing blue coveralls, and carry a coat, mittens, and lantern. The mittens were heavy duty things. I think one pair probably lasted several years. He always maintained that with mittens you could move your fingers around and keep them warm. So he always wore mittens.
That will always be Dad.
This lunch box is the ultimate image of Dad working on the railroad. When he retired he wanted to drive over it with his truck and flatten it. I begged him not to do it. I’m glad he didn’t.