Je me souviens

19 October, 2013
Rat Fink

And I’ll bet some of you remember, too.

Yesterday — and I’ve forgotten how I got there — I ended up on some blog site where a woman shared her memories of growing up in the 1960s. I thought I’d never see the day when I’d say, “Those were simpler, happy times,” but there you go. They were. Mavis and I have tons of great memories of going to church, singing with our friends, shopping with Mother (especially at F.W. Woolworth’s candy counter, where we were allowed, if we were very good, to get a quarter-pound of the chocolates of our choice), winter ice skating, and summers at Brown Deer Pond.

But today, this post is about FOOD, dude! Does anyone else remember…

We drank this by the gallon

 

Burger Chef & Jeff!

Burger Chef & Jeff!

 

These were extra-special treats, because Mother let us eat them on TV trays in the den. Whoa, camel.

These were extra-special treats, because Mother let us eat them on TV trays in the den. Whoa, camel.

 

Mother and Grandma Johnson made these all the time. Yummy.

Mother and Grandma Johnson made these all the time. Yummy.

 

Think kettle corn. And no, Mother never let us buy any, so I had to beg it off friends at school.

Think kettle corn. And no, Mother never let us buy any, so I had to beg it off friends at school.

 

On the rare occasions when Mother bought it, it was like Christmas.

On the rare occasions when we were allowed to buy it, it was like Christmas.

 

The waiting was the hardest part.

The waiting was the hardest part.

 

I loved the beef kind; Mavis liked the chicken.

I loved the beef kind; Mavis liked the chicken.

 

Food was so awesomely bad for you back then, but nobody really knew that, or noticed, or cared, or whatever.

You know the drill: pony up with some food memories of your own. Find a link to it somewhere if you want to, and we’ll all see if we remember it.

As for now, the orchestra cuts won’t edit themselves. Over ‘n out.

Subscribe
Notify of
guest

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

18 Comments
Oldest
Newest Most Voted
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
BoomR
BoomR
19 October, 2013 10:10 am

Coney dogs & a big frosty mug of A&W Root Beer at the A&W drive-in with my grandparents was just a little slice of heaven when we were growing up! Plus of course, all the stuff you mentioned! I’d completely forgotten about the yellow zonkers! Wowza!!

Reply

Rat Fink Reply:

Ah, A & W.

A big part of the fun was the mug!

Reply

PKPudlin
PKPudlin
19 October, 2013 10:17 am

I remember going to McDonalds and eating in the car. We would turn around and sit on the floor and use the seat as a table. That was a *huge* treat for us. Preachers didn’t make much then, and since there were 4 of us kids, it could get pricy. We had the potpies also, but only when Mom and Dad were going out and we were having a babysitter. *Nobody* wanted the beef. Don’t know why mom insisted on buying them. When we visited Grandma, she would take us shopping and that included lunch at the Woolworth’s counter. Usually… Read more »

Greg
Greg
19 October, 2013 10:31 am

Free summer afternoon matinees at the local theatre–we would ride our bicycles to downtown stores to collect free tickets for the movie and the theatre was jammed with little kids. We’d buy popcorn–some for eating and some for throwing! I’d get JuJubees or Dots, toss a handful in my mouth, get them good and slimey and spit them from the balcony on the kids below. “Good and Plenty” candies were ok but the the empty box made a terrific noise during the gooey kissing scenes. The theatre manager and usher staff had to use snow shovels to clean up the… Read more »

RD
RD
19 October, 2013 11:54 am

As a kid of about 11 years old I learned to make the Bisquick coffee cake recipe and made it many, many times. About a year ago I looked for it on the box, but alas they no longer put it on the box. I did find it online. I made the topping with a butter substitute and it was awful. Back to unhealthy butter for me!

Reply

Rat Fink Reply:

My mom made that too! And good for you for switching back to real butter. That plastic stuff is not good for you!

Reply

Mavis
Mavis
19 October, 2013 12:19 pm

Whoa! You brought back a boat load of memories today, Bird! I remember each and every one of them. I don’t, however, remember the church being such a sad looking place. Maybe it’s because I had so many good memories there. I sure do/have missed the Pond, too. Remember when Dad would go early before church and bring back some donuts? Fun times. Ha! You’re right – I always like the chicken pies and you loved the beef! I also remember Bisquick. Mother would make the best biscuits out of that stuff on Sunday’s! Yummy memory. Thanks, Bird. I need… Read more »

Lisa Stoneham
Lisa Stoneham
19 October, 2013 1:53 pm

I never had a TV dinner growing up:(. But we had chicken pot pies and I despised them-just like you despise broccoli. My Sister and I only got to have 7-up on Friday nights and we had to split the bottle ReplyRat Fink Reply:October 21st, 2013 at 6:13 amThen you must reeeeeally hate pot pies. We never had pop in the house, either. Like, *never*. But that was the fun part about going to Grandma’s house. She had the 16-ounce bottles just stacked in the fridge, and we were allowed to have one all to ourselves! I’m sure having to… Read more »

David
David
19 October, 2013 2:06 pm

It was the pot pies that hit home for me…they were our Saturday evening staple. How about Alaska pops, push ups, actual penny candy, chum gum (2 pieces for you and your chum); I was 19 years old before I found out spaghetti did not always come out of a Franco American can. Being good pre-Vatican Two Catholics Mrs Paul’s fish sticks were the Friday fare…always! Salmon from a can…cannot eat salmon to this day! I remember when cheese pizza was the outer limits of my parents adventure into International cuisine. Finally, we had a drive-in called Tom’s that had… Read more »

Patti Seidel
Patti Seidel
20 October, 2013 10:59 am

My mom thought red food coloring and mustard caused cancer, so neither could be eaten at our house. My mom made everything from scratch and used an awful lot of lard, oleo, hydrogenated oils…what a no no now! When she made jello, she always put fruit in it to make it healthy. We were never allowed any kind of kool-aid and pop was a rare treat. When we were allowed pop, 7-up was the only kind we had and we also had to split the bottle. The one exception to the 7-up rule was if we ever had to do… Read more »