My memories of Kenneth Lane go all the way back to our years at Lindberg. I just remember him being the All-American kid. When it was raining, his mother always dressed him in the yellow slicker with golashes. He almost always brought his lunch, and I remember thinking how cool it was that he poured hot soup out of his Campbell's soup thermos and ate it with a nice triangular-cut fresh sandwich. Seems there were always homemade cookies too. He could have been a poster child for the classic, Norman Rockwell Baby Boomer kid. (If I try real hard, I can still remember the way the freckles across his nose all fell into a wrinkle when he smiled, and of course, his top two front teeth were missing.)
Kathy Swindler (Zwernemann)
My memories of Kenneth Lane go all the way back to our years at Lindberg. I just remember him being the All-American kid. When it was raining, his mother always dressed him in the yellow slicker with golashes. He almost always brought his lunch, and I remember thinking how cool it was that he poured hot soup out of his Campbell's soup thermos and ate it with a nice triangular-cut fresh sandwich. Seems there were always homemade cookies too. He could have been a poster child for the classic, Norman Rockwell Baby Boomer kid. (If I try real hard, I can still remember the way the freckles across his nose all fell into a wrinkle when he smiled, and of course, his top two front teeth were missing.)