Back to School Lunch Pails – Then and Now
- Staff Writer

- Sep 3
- 2 min read

GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE - There’s something about this time of year—when the mornings turn just a touch cooler and yellow school buses rumble back down the road—that stirs up memories of back-to-school days. And right alongside those memories come the lunch pails, boxes, and brown paper bags that carried us through the school day.
Long before today’s insulated lunch totes and stainless steel water bottles, kids toted their meals in tin lunchboxes plastered with cowboys, astronauts, or their favorite TV characters. Some families couldn’t spare the extra expense, so a simple brown paper sack or an old syrup bucket did the job just as well. And plenty of country kids set off with nothing more than a biscuit wrapped in wax paper—often still warm from mama’s stove. That biscuit, split open with a slice of ham, jelly, or cheese tucked inside, could carry a boy or girl straight through until the final bell.
Today’s lunchboxes are a far cry from those humble beginnings. They keep food cold with built-in insulation, sport leak-proof compartments, and often look more like designer bags than something meant for peanut butter and jelly. Yet for all the fancy features, they don’t always seem to carry the same heart.
The old pails and paper sacks told a story. A dented box meant it had been well loved and well used. A grease-spotted paper bag showed that inside might be a piece of mama’s fried chicken—or something really delicious worth looking forward to. And that wax-paper biscuit? That was a hug from home carried right into the schoolyard.
As our kids and grandkids head back to school this week, we’d love to see what memories you carry. Do you still have your old tin lunchbox tucked away? Maybe you’ve held on to a favorite thermos or a photo of yourself carrying it on the first day of school.
Post a picture of your favorite old lunchbox—or your child’s modern one—in the comments below. Let’s celebrate the way communities and traditions continue, one meal at a time.






The smell of freshly sharpened pencils and a new box of Crayola crayons greeted us immediately as we stepped into the front hallway.