I had grits, bacon, fried eggs, milk, a choice of various dried American garbage/industrial cereals with sugar, some form of citrus juice, and a big bun, with disgusting caramelized sugar. We never had treats like raspberries.

Plenty of calories.

They fed us like hogs for the slaughter, or something.

Basically prison food.

1967, after leaving that place, the food improved.

Anyway, 60 years ago, to the day, what did YOU have for breakfast?

Or, maybe, you had no breakfast, like Oliver?

Back in 1966, we did not stuff our faces.

The food was just too terrible to do so.

40 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Back in 1966, we did not stuff our faces.

Instead, we were fed without food.

We fed ourselves with surreptitious glances of the Headmaster's Daughter, every morning.

She was hotter than a bowlful of steaming grits.

And, I do wonder...

What is she having for breakfast these days.

Or, who is having her, these days, at age 70-plus.

Once cannot go home, again.

If I could, then, she would have been a very tasty western breakfast, even without the bacon.

What a typical pointless topic by you especially when you reply to your own post!

What a moron!

16 minutes ago, scottiejohn said:

What a typical pointless topic by you especially when you reply to your own post!

What a moron!

Might I ask, please, what did you have for breakfast, 60-years ago?

I have a great memory for such important details of my life.

And, nostalgia is definitely NOT pointless.

In fact, enjoying nostalgia is something that can prolong life, and improve our feelings of wellbeing.

Did you know?

6 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Might I ask, please, what did you have for breakfast, 60-years ago?

I don't think I was old enough to remember such pointless and ridiculous details and even if I did it is no business of yours!

1966??

You old, bro.

13 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Might I ask, please, what did you have for breakfast, 60-years ago?

I have a great memory for such important details of my life.

And, nostalgia is definitely NOT pointless.

In fact, enjoying nostalgia is something that can prolong life, and improve our feelings of wellbeing.

Did you know?

That's easy, the same as now. Scrambled eggs, home fries & SCRAPPLE, was the norm. Since a Saturday, probably at small restaurant in Darby, as regular weekend morning munch.

Minus the scrapple of course now, and potatoes. Some kind of added protein, Chorizo & Bologna the past couple days. Usually no meat, or add salmon or beef, depends what's handy.

No carbs, for breakfast any more, unless O&A.

3 hours ago, JayClay said:

1966??

You old, bro.

Yes.

And, I worry now that if I overeat, by slurping grits, and downing pancakes, then my knees might suffer.

This is why I do not eat pancakes and the same garbage we had in 1966.

Bacon and eggs would still be fine with me, but I don't like to fry food in my house.

1 hour ago, KhunLA said:

That's easy, the same as now. Scrambled eggs, home fries & SCRAPPLE, was the norm. Since a Saturday, probably at small restaurant in Darby, as regular weekend morning munch.

Minus the scrapple of course now, and potatoes. Some kind of added protein, Chorizo & Bologna the past couple days. Usually no meat, or add salmon or beef, depends what's handy.

No carbs, for breakfast any more, unless O&A.

Sounds to me like breakfasts in Darby were far better.

In 1966, we did not eat at restaurants much.

60 years ago, this March, it would have been boarding-school breakfast, every day, until end of May.

Then, after that, we had garbage-type western dry cereal, if we could stomach that, which I usually could not, including that disgusting shredded wheat, fit for cattle or something.

So, mostly it was far better to heat up leftovers from the refrigerator, whatever was left from the previous dinner, and pork chops reheated was good, or some sort of Italian noodle thing, maybe lamb, etc.

Reheated food always tastes better, and there is a good reason why.

Yes, we had scrapple, sometimes, but usually it was sausage that was packaged in those large plastic tubes from which you could slice off 2-inch diameter discs and fry those in an electric pan.

No coffee or tea, then, of courrse.

We did not drink carbonated beverages much or probably ever, for breakfast.

That meant fresh orange juice, which was usually disgusting, since it probably came from frozen orange matter at the filler.

There were no coffee shops or small breakfast restaurants where we lived, since we were in the burbs.

You would need to drive one mile to the nearest RR Station to find a breakfast counter, in fact.

14 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

Sounds to me like breakfasts in Darby were far better.

In 1966, we did not eat at restaurants much.

60 years ago, this March, it would have been boarding-school breakfast, every day, until end of May.

Then, after that, we had garbage-type western dry cereal, if we could stomach that, which I usually could not, including that disgusting shredded wheat, fit for cattle or something.

So, mostly it was far better to heat up leftovers from the refrigerator, whatever was left from the previous dinner, and pork chops reheated was good, or some sort of Italian noodle thing, maybe lamb, etc.

Reheated food always tastes better, and there is a good reason why.

Yes, we had scrapple, sometimes, but usually it was sausage that was packaged in those large plastic tubes from which you could slice off 2-inch diameter discs and fry those in an electric pan.

No coffee or tea, then, of courrse.

We did not drink carbonated beverages much or probably ever, for breakfast.

That meant fresh orange juice, which was usually disgusting, since it probably came from frozen orange matter at the filler.

There were no coffee shops or small breakfast restaurants where we lived, since we were in the burbs.

You would need to drive one mile to the nearest RR Station to find a breakfast counter, in fact.

That's sad, as one of my favorite childhood memories. If not that small restaurant in Darby, the Woolworth's 5 & 10 had a food counter, though never had breakfast there. Did have an excellent soda fountain at said food counter, and excellent Birch Beer Floats.

Small things millennials simply will never experience. We got the best of both worlds, and the best time to be born, the 50s. Avoiding some of the worst times in US history, while enjoying some of the best.

Another early morning ritual on the weekends, was going to the S. Philly Italian street market, right out of the Rocky movie. All the vendors lining the street outside of the brick & mortar food vendors.

If eating that brekkie in Philly, that it was at the Melrose Diner, notorious mafia hangout, where mob hit of Frank Baldino was done.

Rock On Philly ... now a leftist sh!thole.

33 minutes ago, KhunLA said:

That's sad, as one of my favorite childhood memories. If not that small restaurant in Darby, the Woolworth's 5 & 10 had a food counter, though never had breakfast there. Did have an excellent soda fountain at said food counter, and excellent Birch Beer Floats.

There were times at the soda fountain.

However, those times were very infrequent.

Living in the burbs, what 12-yo can hop in a car and drive to town?

At boarding school, we could walk to a store and buy yogurt.

Then, from 10th grade, there were not shops around school.

Nothing available for sale at the RR Station in the mornings, nor in the afternoons, when returning home.

But it was not so sad, really, because there was plenty of cheese, sliced meats, but you made your own from what as available in the refrigerator.

Eating at restaurants was rather atypical for those living in the burbs.

That was for city dwellers.

Eating at home was normal, and for everyone, in the 50s and 60s.

38 minutes ago, GammaGlobulin said:

There were times at the soda fountain.

However, those times were very infrequent.

Living in the burbs, what 12-yo can hop in a car and drive to town?

At boarding school, we could walk to a store and buy yogurt.

Then, from 10th grade, there were not shops around school.

Nothing available for sale at the RR Station in the mornings, nor in the afternoons, when returning home.

But it was not so sad, really, because there was plenty of cheese, sliced meats, but you made your own from what as available in the refrigerator.

Eating at restaurants was rather atypical for those living in the burbs.

That was for city dwellers.

Eating at home was normal, and for everyone, in the 50s and 60s.

If dad didn't drive, and if I had money, I could have walked there from home, Sharon Hill, as only 2.25 kms away.

After working, about year or 2 later, and still in school, use to walk to the White Castle on weekends, which was maybe 2-300 meters from that restaurant. Actually the same distance, if not further, as use to stop at friends house, a bit out of the way, as a normal weekend routine, if we weren't working.

That paper route, and linen service guy used to pay good money, and $25 +/- was big money to a 13/14 yr old. Especially since their sliders were < $0.15 back then.