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 
Bless the little girl. “How much is that Smith Corona in the window? The one with the salmon-pink case?”
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My dad gifted me with an Underwood portable typewriter. It got a lot of use, especially when I was in college. I love old ads. These Christmas ones are the best. 🙂 — Suzanne
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I love these. Pyrex for Xmas – whoopee. I was thrilled to get a tumble dryer for Xmas one year….
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The spring horse was only $9.99? I wanted one of those SO BAD. But nooo, I was a girl and only boys could have a spring horse. For $9.99, I would have been the happiest cowgirl in the world! Of course, that was probably a quarter of my dad’s weekly wages, back then.
Merry Happy Christmas Holidays! 😁
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It’s the prices that always shock me in these old ads…even though I was around back then, and remember how much (or how little) things cost in the old days!
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I know what you mean. My first apartment, a furnished one-room efficiency with a tiny but fully equipped kitchen and a 3/4 bath, was just $35 per month in rent, utilities included. That was in 1970.
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I miss my spring horse. When my children were little I found a second-hand one, and they all enjoyed it. I wish they made them in adult sizes. J.
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I miss those holiday cigarette cartons.
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Wow, blasts from the past! Love this post.
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No Lionel train adverts, I’m bummed. Gotta have a train set for Christmas, y’know!
Quite the blast. From. The. Past!
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So many memories. 🙂
I remember the office managers grumbling in the 1970’s. The office Christmas party used to require ties and formal wear. By the end of the 70’s the transition into casual wear had caused quite a stir among those who remembered elegance.
The cigarette ornaments on the Christmas tree made me laugh, too.
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Reblogged this on Two on a Rant and commented:
Yes! I remember when the office Christmas party required formal wear. 🙂
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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