Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
bluebird of bitterness 
The woman pictured in the advertisement for “stout” ladies is not stout by today’s standards. They need to see people today to see stout. 🙂 Hugs
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That one cracked me up. I’d have to lose forty pounds to be that “stout.”
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haha – I wonder what they would call it!
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I shudder to think!
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A different ‘social conditioning’ perspective for sure b.o.b.
Here’s something a bit OT but the bird brought you to mind to share it with. Now THAT’s skateboarding!!!
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Might as well tag this one on too:
http://cheezburger.com/6313003008
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oops! Meant to show the bird skateboarding: http://roccosphere.tumblr.com
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Fixed it. 🙂
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Some of the ones from the 60’s and 70’s, I remember. Madge, Twiggy.
And it makes me laugh to see the ad for “stout” women.
Did you know that size 14 was considered “stout” back then, and today’s size 8 – 10 is equivalent to yesterday’s size 14? I still have some clothes from the 1970’s (size 12) and they fit the same as the size 6 I wear today. I said, “What?” and went online. There’s a site that shows the change in women’s size designation from the 1930’s to now. I was blown away.
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I remember Madge and Twiggy too. Twiggy was all the rage when I was in jr. high school, and I even had a Twiggy haircut for a while… but my mother was very strict and wouldn’t let me wear makeup or miniskirts, so there was a limit to how Twiggyish I could be. I definitely had the figure for it back then — skinny and flat-chested. No one who saw me today would ever believe I was once skinny and flat-chested, but it’s the truth.
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LOL! Your mom and my mom must have been cut from the same cloth. I had a friend in Jr. High who let me use her makeup, which I’d wash off before going home. There was a strict “middle of the kneecap” rule, and my mother wondered why I suddenly started liking skirts. You could roll them up.
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Yep, I did that too. 🙂
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Laughing out loud but sad to say; I remember a lot of these. ~~dru~~
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Yep, me too.
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Love, love, love this.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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I am ‘stout’ but can only wish I was as stout as that model! I loved these 🙂
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I’d love to be that stout. Hell, I’d be happy just to have my waistline back — it disappeared more than thirty years ago (during my second pregnancy) and I haven’t seen it since.
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HaHA! I know the feeling! 🙂
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I remember my parents being horrified when some magazine that made its way into our house had an ad for Mark Eden bust developer. Oh, and someone I babysat for had a Fredericks of Hollywood catalogue. My early exposure to pornography. I blush to recall it all.
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Mark Eden used to advertise in the back pages of Glamour magazine, which I used to read back in my misspent youth, but I tried to keep it hidden from my parents.
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This was fun! So much changes. And yet, So much stays the same!
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I want a pair of each Red Cross shoes!
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At only $6.50 a pair, you can probably afford one of each! 🙂
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