On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed… So went the ditty we used to sing to the tune of On Top of Old Smoky.
But in a roast beef and mashed potatoes family like mine, spaghetti was still exotic cuisine in the 1950s. It was enough of a novelty that this spaghetti dinner, enjoyed by my parents with their neighbors Fritz and Betty Steudel, seemed worthy of a photo. In the slidebox, it is labeled “Betty’s Italian Dinner.”