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 
Holy Smoke!
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Hey, I remember when Pop Tarts were “new” — yes, I’m that old.
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I also remember when they were new. Wow, talk about having one foot in the grave, huh?
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OMG! The good old days!
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Brings back memories – good ones…
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Mission accomplished!
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Whole-lotta classic ads there, blue. Amazingly, most of them are so old they’re actually before my time!
Do I remember Trix before the rabbit? I thiiiinnk so?
Ah, thank you Wikipedia.
wikipedia.org/wiki/Trix_(cereal)
Trix (variant on Kix) was introduced in 1954, but the rabbit debuted in a 1959 television commercial. I was around seven when the rabbit premiered. I thought so.
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The Fritos bag with the “Ask for ‘Free-tose'” pronunciation guide is hilarious.
I would note that the personal-size bag is the proper container in which to make Frito chili pie.
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“Wouldn’t I be silly to make it myself?”
Yes, silly. My grandmother “did everything but milk the cow” on their small farm, and had done a lot of gardening and canning. She told her son’s fiance, “Never can anything you can buy at the store.” (Miss you, g’ma C and aunt N)
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And, oh my! The look on the “plus-size” woman’s face in the Grape-Nuts ad is hilarious. Uh, oh, I mean, scandalous. (Forgot for a moment which decade I’m in.)
Whereas that Aunt Jemima is just a marvelous and respectful celebration of African-American culture and dialect. Temptilatin’!
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Television snacks?
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Pop-Tarts introduced in 1964, originally without frosting. As shown here.
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Lucy capping it all off was excellent. From her glam days. Not as we came to know her, as Milady says, her hair up in some doo-rag and covered with paint or plaster or flour and her “waaaaah!” face. 😀
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Lucy was beautiful in her prime. I once saw her in a bit part in an old movie and didn’t even recognize her, because at the time I’d only seen her in her later comedic incarnations. I didn’t realize who she was until I saw her name in the closing credits.
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I’m tempted to see in many of these ads the start of the obesity problems of today (the Grape-Nuts lady notwithstanding).
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I’m sure you’re right about that, Audrey.
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Very few ads are before my time these days. I might as well admit it. These bring back a lot of memories. 😀 — Suzanne
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😀 😀 😀
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Wow! Blasts from the past! These are great.
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There was a Maxwell House place (factory?) in downtown Jacksonville. Park of downtown always smelled like coffee. At night they had a big blue coffee cup on the side of the building and a drop that was all lit up. You could see it across the river from Southside.
Never had Stokelys beans. My mom only used fresh beans cooked with ham bones and bacon.
Karo on our pancakes.
Ovaltine. Like Tang, it was awful. Made our own chocolate milk from cocoa and sugar.
Florida orange juice and Kelloggs Corn Flakes for breakfast everyday for years. My mom was not much for variety. We certainly never had Trix, Froot Loops, Sugar Frosted Flakes or any of that stuff.
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Well, you got a better start in life than I did, Larry. I was raised on Sugar Frosted Flakes for breakfast, Wonder Bread for lunch, and Jello every night at supper. My mother meant well, but she was unfortunately exactly the demographic that advertisers targeted with their slick campaigns to persuade women that food produced in factories was more nutritious than food grown the old-fashioned way. It’s a wonder I survived childhood, when all I ever consumed were empty calories.
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