That's all I ever got. Different type of sandwich, but the rest was the same. That's a good lunch, and likely better than dad had. I don't remember him saying much about lunches, but I think they didn't have much meat, unless they had chickens of their own and some did. He told me they ate a lot of onion sandwiches. Slices of home grown onions between two slices of homemade bread. They had cookies if they were homemade, but they didn't buy them. He worked as a caddy in the summer months, walking several miles in each direction and stopping at the stored to buy a bag of potatoes for his family on the way home with some of his earnings. He got a bicycle from someone they knew. It had wooden wheels and they were warped so badly, they would not go through the forks. He soaked them with water and put them on something in the attic, then places heavy books on the wheel where it was warped up. After some time, he came back and checked them. They were okay. He rode this bike to school during the warm days of fall and spring. He paid for his own transportation, a trolley ride, during the winter months and in bad weather. He caddied so he could afford the ride. They were poor and had several children. Some had it better. Some worse.