Letters

I had read with interest Carey London’s article about The Automat [“Hungry? Let’s All Go To The Automat!” Arts & Living, December 2].

During the early 1950s, my guardian was my aunt (my mother’s sister). She told me that my mother would take me several days a week to the Automat on upper Broadway, around 70th Street, in Manhattan. She would buy Horn & Hardart’s cream of spinach and then pour the spinach in my milk bottle. She would walk home with me, in the carriage, sucking on cream of spinach instead of milk.

By the way, my mother was a registered nurse, and my favored vegetable is frozen cream of spinach.

Larry Andersen

Hampton Bays