It was in the 60's actually. Still very few fast food restaurants around here. We would go to a neighboring town for shopping and visiting family. Sometimes on the way home, dad would stop at a small store that did their own butchering, and get a lb of bologna and a loaf of bread. Mom would put together sandwiches, no mustard or anything else, and hand them out in the car on the way home. Two pieces of bread and 2 pieces of bologna. Guess money was tight that week. Still eat bologna sandwiches that way.