Vintage lunch pail

1960’s they refer this lunch pail as a retro miner’s. My house was that of a sawmill worker that work work is magnified as the hardest job on the planet this pail was carried by the best Daddy ever. Mine. The 60 through early 70’ my loving Mother would wake at i
4:00a.m. To cook a Southern breakfast yes homemade biscuits/gravy. At that time also packed this lunch mainly with love. Food was something that could survive the heat & humidity known to the South. Consists of various sandwiches, always a can of Beanie-wieners and vianna sausages and a little Debbie snack a pack of lance crackers. A treat of a leftover biscuit from breakfast to pull logs to the truck was my big logging horse Silver massive in size. Long before skidders. He and 3 partners owned and operated a lumber Co.each on a successful millionaire. I was privileged to work and learn with them. Sawdust in my veins pine my favorite fragrance. Much respect for a logger. I tell you this to show a important object in the life