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 
Wow cool! That kitchen wrapped in spots though, LOL. My family actually has one of those pans in the top advertisement.
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I’d buy those colored Comet bottles! The squeezable margarine—probably not.
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There used to be a rule that margarine could not be colored yellow at the factory, I guess so they could not pass it off as real butter. But they would sell a packet of yellow food color that you could mix into it at home, to make it look more appetizing. That’s what the squeeze-mix bag was for.
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My mother remembers mixing the yellow coloring into the margarine.
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Memories… light the corners of my mind. Misty watercolor memories… of the way we were.
Sigh. I’m much too young to be so old. About the only thing that’s not familiar here is the Soilax. My house could use some of that. ;-D
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Mine too.
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Reading these makes me rethink my entire childhood.
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Oh, those prices! Now that’s nostalgic.
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Here’s a little more nostalgia for you.
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That’s kinda bitter! Mind you, I wonder what the wage/price ratio was then and now?
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Pathetically, I remember most of these.
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My paternal grandparents had one of those avocodo fridges.
Oh dear god, margarine…a blight on humanity.
Too many dots! Looks like her kitchen is decorated as Wonder Bread.
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Totally agree about margarine.
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The beginnings of the Plastic Era here, I see. And coloured TP. That disappeared decades ago, probably for good reasons.
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I have a metal Bokar coffee penny bank that was my grandmother’s. I vaguely remember a matching 8:00 penny bank but I don’t remember what happened to it. Funny, you still see 8:00 Coffee in the stores, but never Bokar.
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I am so excited to see the Avacado Green kitchens are back in Vogue, once again!
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My grandmother had an Avocado fridge. I remember it well!
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My mother had the Harvest Gold, but I lusted after the Avocado.
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