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This entry was posted on Monday, September 17th, 2018 at 8:37 am and is filed under simple pleasures. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
This entry was posted on Monday, September 17th, 2018 at 8:37 am and is filed under simple pleasures. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won’t buy, but have you ever tried to buy them without money?
—Ogden Nash
Employment applications always ask whom to call in case of an emergency. I always say ‘an ambulance.’
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
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)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
I particularly like the chubby catalogue, and how TV makes children better behaved at home and gives better marks at school. Perhaps it will catch on!
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Something in me suspects a connection between the TV watching and the need for special clothes for chubby kids…
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Listerine for ring worm? Who knew?
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I haven’t thought of Mars Bars in years! I loved them. And then they disappeared.
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‘A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play’. – we don’t have that advertisement anymore, but Mars bars are still around, only they are smaller!
ps Would advertisers be allowed these days to call children Chubbies?
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*sigh* Getting old means seeing ads from your own childhood posted in someone’s “Long Ago” post…..
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I hear you. It’s like walking into an antique store and seeing a table full of toys identical to the ones I played with when I was little…
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Ah, those were the days…
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😀 😀 😀
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I like the “Look at friends you can make with Play-Doh” one… note Darth Vader hovering in the background!
*snerk*
And, just how *does* TV benefit my children, anyway??
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Just between you and me, it really doesn’t benefit kids at all, but that never stopped my mother using it as a babysitter when my brothers and I were little. As long as we were glued to the TV, we weren’t tearing the house apart or killing each other, so it probably did benefit our poor overworked mother, even as it was busy turning our brains into tapioca.
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Didn’t Mrs. winslow’s have opium in it?
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Or maybe cocaine. I wouldn’t be surprised. Wet nurses in nineteenth century Britain used laudanum to calm fussy babies whose mothers were busy putting in sixteen-hour days at the factory. I personally used wine to calm my baby when she was teething.
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If you really want politically incorrect, I can remember Candy Cigarettes. Imagine the hysteria if they sold those today.
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I remember those! My mother strongly disapproved of them. 🙂
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I love old ads. The memories come flooding back. Good old Howdy Doody. I was a loyal fan. 😀 — Suzanne
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There are so many things to comment on with these ads. Too many! I’ll try to restrain myself…
• Poll-Parrot Pre-Testers included Howdy Doody. And his… sister??
• Lego: Yes, dear, that’s a nice… um… whatever – oops I dropped it!
• Chubbies: Back before fat shaming, right?
• Mrs Winslow’s cocaine syrup, good for children teething and also the “mother’s friend,” if you know what I mean and I think that you do…
• Carter’s: Kids’ hands could not be holding that tray. P’shopped.
• Hadn’t heard of Red Goose shoes in … quite a while!
• Ringworm – another case for home schooling!
• School-time fashions for girls were actually pretty snazzy. Why can’t today’s schoolgirls dress like that? 😀
• Wonder what the date is on that Motorola TV ad. Imagine it today. Why the Internet is good for your children!
Okay, I did manage to skip a few of them… great post, bob!
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I actually like those school dresses. I had some similar ones for my girls when they were little, and they looked so cute in them. Those Red Goose Mary Janes are pretty sweet, too. Yeah, I’m old fashioned.
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