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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 Happinessâ„¢ (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 Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
Waitaminute! They’re saying “Gay Ballerina” and yet they’re showing a picture of a girl??
Oh! Duh! This is from waaaaaaay-back-when. My bad! ;P
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I had a pair of clogs in the 70’s. But they were made from real wood, not that fake stuff. I actually still have them too, tucked away in the back of my closet. Thanks for the blast from the past!
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I miss my ’70s clogs. I would probably fall off of them today, though. 😀
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So would I! But I would do the same with high heels, if I ever wore them. I’m very unsteady on my feet and I never wear any kind of shoes that require the wearer to possess grace, muscular coordination, or athletic ability.
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High heels are dangerous! A few years ago I was all dressed up and wearing sexy high heels. I felt oh so elegant as I walked out of a nice restaurant in front of a group of people… until I fell off my shoes in the parking lot.
Pride really does go before a fall. 😧
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Some women look good in high heels, but I’m not one of them. When I wear them I look like a pachyderm trying to balance on stilts.
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Lol. I really don’t know that I actually look good in heels. My legs are too skinny, like sticks. But I used to feel pretty in them. Until I fell off, that is!
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Oh my goodness, those ads! Those prices!
That Maidenform ad — yikes. Wish I could still buy one for $2.
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The prices are what always get me on these old ads. These days when I have to buy what we used to call “foundation garments,” there goes a week’s grocery money…
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A few months ago when the Kmart went out of business in our town, I went to the store during the “final closeout sale,” thinking that I could finally buy some new foundation garments. But it looked like they had marked most of the prices up, not down, in anticipation of eager buyers. So I am still wearing the old threadbare stuff. Because we do like our groceries.
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I hear you. I hate spending money on foundation garments, even when I can afford it, because buying underwear has to be about the most boring way there is to spend money. And when I can’t afford it it only makes it that much worse.
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Long long ago??! That shoe ad was from my teenage years, and although it was pretty long ago, it certainly wasn’t ‘long, long!” 😉
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My teenage years seem like about a century ago to me!
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Catering to women who want to be attractive? Hasn’t that been banned?
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If some people have their way, it will be.
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I’ll bet there’s no longer a market for Wate-On .
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Dear Bluebird and Friends, i can’t help but wonder, is that Wate-On ad for real? i am in my early 60s, so if the ad (saw another of that type) is for real, they probably go back to the early 1950s – if not during WWII, when things were rationed.
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I have a fuzzy memory of seeing ads for this stuff, maybe in the back pages of women’s magazines like Glamour. This would have been in the 1960s or maybe as late as the ’70s.
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There are a LOT of old ads for products to put on weight. There really was a time when skinniness was not considered a beauty asset. Even during my teens (1960s and 70s) I remember seeing ads for something called Nutrament, which was supposed to help skinny people put on weight.
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Reminds me of the phrase 98 pound weakling, which no one wanted to be.
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Dear Bluebird and Friends, Come to think of it, i remember a commercial where a lady said “… 180 pounds without going on a diet.” This was in the mid 1960s, and until now, i had thought 50 or so years had fogged up that memory. Still, that seems like a lot of weight, but then again, with the heavy vacuum cleaners and such that women used back then, the 180 pounds had to be curvaceous muscle. i love those old pictures. They hearken back to a day when most husbands were delighted at the news of another little blessing being on the way. Nowadays, so different. Feminism is just a red-pill’s excuse, too many guys simply don’t want to grow up. And they get real snitty when called on their sameold-sameold b.s.
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When I was in my teens, although I was not at all overweight, I was a little too curvaceous for the then-prevailing standard of female beauty. I had a skinny friend who liked to tease me by saying it was too bad I hadn’t been born back in the days when fat women were considered beautiful.
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I remember some of these! Great post.
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I remember many of them, which is unsettling. 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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Yes! I know exactly what you mean!!
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That certainly brought back memories. It’s hard to believe they ever had a product to put weight on women. 😀 — Suzanne
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They certainly never got any money from me. 😀
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Top picture, middle girl. Wilma Flintstone?
Nobody I knew used Palmolive. Everyone used Dove.
And oh, good grief, the Yardley girl with flowers in her hair.
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My mom always bought Dove, until my sister talked her into switching to Camay.
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