It's difficult to remember myself small enough to enjoy lunch at this tiny picnic table, but alas, back in 1975 I was. My mom would make me the most delicious peanut butter (smooth, not chunky) with grape jelly on white bread. Remember white bread? It's been years since I've enjoyed a sandwich on white bread.
What I wouldn't give to close my eyes and return to the old grassy, tree-filled backyard of our Oakdale, Long Island home and sit at the tiny table above (similar to the one I had). I was never one for milk, so I probably drank a cup of juice or water with my soft peanut butter and jelly. I would sit at that table for three seasons out of the year. I think we even brought the table indoors. In the winter months, Mom and Dad would let me watch TV while enjoying dinner in the living room at my little picnic table.
