In Jan ’72 a large care package came from my mother. Every one got to the radio pad to make sure it didn’t spoil, and make fun of my family for sending pop corn all ready popped. Didn’t stop anyone from digging in though. After a few minutes someone reached in and came out with a glasss. A REAL glass. I had mentioned in a letter that we were drinking out of Texasware tumblers and the thick plastic rim just didn’t cut it, so my mother sent me 2 dozen glasses. How do you keep them from breaking? POP CORN! but pop it first.
Those glasses were used by everyone, and I cannot remember any breaking.