{"id":1625,"date":"2014-08-19T00:08:05","date_gmt":"2014-08-19T04:08:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=1625"},"modified":"2014-08-19T00:08:05","modified_gmt":"2014-08-19T04:08:05","slug":"peanut-butter-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=1625","title":{"rendered":"Peanut Butter Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/meandpb.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1626\" src=\"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/meandpb.jpg\" alt=\"meandpb\" width=\"630\" height=\"700\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/meandpb.jpg 630w, https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/meandpb-270x300.jpg 270w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 630px) 100vw, 630px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Memories are really something.\u00a0 We can have all sorts of memories.\u00a0\u00a0 From very good to very bad&#8230; and everything in between.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight I was thinking about our school cafeteria lunches, when we were growing up.\u00a0 I have lots of fond memories of this.\u00a0 I loved our school lunches.\u00a0 The cook was Mrs. Brandenberger&#8230; or something like that.\u00a0 Boy oh boy&#8230; we lucked out at Our Lady of Mercy, when they found her.<\/p>\n<p>She could cook up a storm.\u00a0 I can&#8217;t hardly remember a single lunch that I didn&#8217;t love.\u00a0 Of course&#8230; I had my favorites.\u00a0 Everybody loved pizza day and hamburger day.\u00a0 But a lot of times, we would have some sort of casserole something or another.\u00a0 They were always just lick-your-lips good.\u00a0 Friday was always mac and cheese&#8230; or fish sandwiches&#8230; or grilled cheese.\u00a0 Catholics.<\/p>\n<p>But probably my favorite thing&#8230; at the end of the lunch line&#8230; right after the fruits and desserts&#8230; and right before the milk&#8230; were these big huge boards stacked with buttered bread sandwiches or peanut-butter bread sandwiches.\u00a0 Always white bread.\u00a0 And always cut in half on the diagonal.<\/p>\n<p>I LOVED them both.\u00a0 But my favorite thing was to eat PB Bread with chocolate milk.\u00a0 You could have as much as you wanted.\u00a0 But here was the catch.\u00a0 You had to eat what you took.\u00a0 This included the food that you nabbed when you went through the line.<\/p>\n<p>I was a pretty big eater as a kid.\u00a0 I burned it a mile a minute.\u00a0 But one day&#8230; I really had the hankering for the peanut butter bread sandwiches.\u00a0 I procured an entire stack.\u00a0 I even took two chocolate milks.\u00a0\u00a0 As foreshadowing does in these types of tales&#8230;. you may be guessing that I couldn&#8217;t eat it all.<\/p>\n<p>Not a problem.\u00a0 I was clever too.\u00a0 I stuffed my Johnny Marzetti Noodles&#8230; and the remainder of my PB Bread into my half-drunk-chocolate milk carton.\u00a0 All I had to do was slip that tray through the\u00a0 exit window, and I was free and clear.<\/p>\n<p>When I had arranged everything on the tray just so&#8230; I began my clever exodus.\u00a0 It was the perfect crime.\u00a0 But then.\u00a0 But then, but then, but then.\u00a0 Just as I got to the window&#8230; Sister Adriana took over as the tray &#8211; monitor.<\/p>\n<p>Yes.\u00a0 &#8220;Sister-I-will-slap-you-down-Adriana&#8221;&#8230; the Principal of the school.\u00a0 She knew.\u00a0 I knew she knew&#8230;.. but What The Flunk&#8230;.???\u00a0 Were there cameras?\u00a0 Was she a witch?\u00a0 Was there a rat at my table.\u00a0 WHAT?<\/p>\n<p>No turning back&#8230; no turning around.\u00a0 Just pop it through the window Polly.<\/p>\n<p>Just as I stepped up&#8230; she grabbed the over-inflated chocolate milk carton and put the big stop hand in my face.\u00a0 She opened the carton and scooped the container clean on to my plate.\u00a0 I then felt a painful tug on my ear&#8230; and I was &#8220;placed&#8221; back at a table to consume my swill.<\/p>\n<p>So as you can see&#8230; memories are something.\u00a0 They can come in many forms, shapes and sizes.\u00a0 The good, and the bad memories can even co-mingle.\u00a0 And&#8230; such is the case here.<\/p>\n<p>I think it is important for us to remember.\u00a0 We can&#8230; and probably should&#8230; learn from our memories.\u00a0 Both the good and the bad.\u00a0 It is how we grow.<\/p>\n<p>I certainly learned a valuable lesson that day.<\/p>\n<p>Nuns are a lot stronger than they look.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. ~Edward de Bono<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>\u00a0The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don&#8217;t come to mind when we want them. ~Friedrich Nietzsche<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Memories are really something.\u00a0 We can have all sorts of memories.\u00a0\u00a0 From very good to very bad&#8230; 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