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worked better because there was no zipper to break or plastic to get smeared with broken lead.
Backpacks were around but they were used for hiking and camping trips. We had book bags and, if they had a strap, it was slung on one shoulder. They had lots of buckles and pockets but the best part was the large plastic handle centered on top. Strutting down the street (most of us walked to school then), your book bag would gaily swing from side to side suspended by that handle that rarely, if ever, broke.
Taking your lunch to school was always a risky business in those days. Brown paper bags were acceptable but having a metal lunch box was much better. However, the tricky part was the thermos. Rarely did liquids make it through the morning without leaking onto the rest of your lunch.
My mother preferred the red plaid variety but I was insistent one year and arrived on the scene with a brand new metal lunch box in brilliant color featuring Superman. For weeks, this served as lunchtime entertainment as everyone took turns reading the cartoon bubbles and turning the box to see newspaperman Clark Kent throw* off his glasses and fly into the air in resplendent caped attire.
As today, books had to be covered but book socks were unheard of.
My father was a designing engineer and he always offered, and I always expected, that he would be the designated book coverer. I would leave my books on the dining room table with the plain brown or sometimes clear paper. In the morning when I got up the books would be neatly covered and piled ready for me to take to school. He did a beautiful job, measuring and folding each corner just so.
While my father handled anything “technical,” under which school supplies and covering books fell, my mother
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