It meant we didn’t have to stop at a restaurant for breakfast, just some little roadside grocery store for a quart of milk.
Mom liked that you didn’t need bowls… cut the back of the box in an H shape and fold out the resultant flaps.
Pour the milk into the box and eat with a wooden, later plastic, spoon.
…
Nine varieties… only four unsweetened.
Two boxes of each… more packaging than cereal.
How to make 18oz of cereal look like two pounds, and sell for more than that.
American marketing ingenuity on parade.
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My Dad claimed the Special K.
We three kids fought over the Sugar Smacks… Kellogg’s answer to Post Sugar Crisp, which we got at home, dry, as an alternative to cookies while watching TV.
(Neither has “Sugar” in the name any more. I think it’s “Honey Smacks” now, and “Golden Crisp”, though probably the same recipes.
I still like the taste of it, sort of, but I wouldn’t buy it.)
My Mom took whatever nobody else wanted, because that’s what Moms did back then.
In this case itprobably would have been Applejacks, though I don’t remember them being around yet when we got these. Nasty stuff.
…
I’ve never liked fruity flavors, or Corn Pops.
The only one of these I’d even eat now is Raisin Bran.
We’d get that, and the Post version as well. We had them several times but I think my mom quit buying them when all we’d eat would be 3 or 4 favorites and the rest would go bad.
the kids made one while they were here for thanksgiving. one half for tha artistic 5 year old, and the other half for the very adventerous 3 year old… a grand work!
.
,
“Sprinkles? In the words of Sgt. Schultz,’I know NOTHING!'”
…but how could you be angry at that face? Adorable!
OK… dogs that I’ve known generally haven’t been that attracted to little balls of sugar, on their own…
So were these sprinkles mere collateral damage in a raid on something more appealing?
Like, say, an unguarded tray of cut-out cookies that hadn’t quite made it to the oven?
what a cute nose!
,
We got those when we went camping.
Even when i was a kid they were too small. 🙂
We got this stuff for long road trips.
Four days from Cleveland to California.
It meant we didn’t have to stop at a restaurant for breakfast, just some little roadside grocery store for a quart of milk.
Mom liked that you didn’t need bowls… cut the back of the box in an H shape and fold out the resultant flaps.
Pour the milk into the box and eat with a wooden, later plastic, spoon.
…
Nine varieties… only four unsweetened.
Two boxes of each… more packaging than cereal.
How to make 18oz of cereal look like two pounds, and sell for more than that.
American marketing ingenuity on parade.
…
My Dad claimed the Special K.
We three kids fought over the Sugar Smacks… Kellogg’s answer to Post Sugar Crisp, which we got at home, dry, as an alternative to cookies while watching TV.
(Neither has “Sugar” in the name any more. I think it’s “Honey Smacks” now, and “Golden Crisp”, though probably the same recipes.
I still like the taste of it, sort of, but I wouldn’t buy it.)
My Mom took whatever nobody else wanted, because that’s what Moms did back then.
In this case itprobably would have been Applejacks, though I don’t remember them being around yet when we got these. Nasty stuff.
…
I’ve never liked fruity flavors, or Corn Pops.
The only one of these I’d even eat now is Raisin Bran.
way back then i always ate the shredded wheat.
now, i’ll stick to blueberries with a sprinkle of granola.
.
We’d get that, and the Post version as well. We had them several times but I think my mom quit buying them when all we’d eat would be 3 or 4 favorites and the rest would go bad.
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No burning animals in this version. Thank you!
cast of ‘Amos & Andy’
When I was very little, maybe three or four, I had an Amosandrea doll…
a rubber baby doll that was a tie-in with the radio show.
Someone gave her to me. New or a hand-me-down, I have no idea.
I didn’t like the name Amosandrea, so I called her Baby.
…
I never noticed that she was Black.
I mean, I knew what she looked like, but I had no concept of race.
You could give her a bottle and she wet her diaper … direct transmission.
There was way more water than diaper.
….
I didn’t understand, so when I learned to fill her bottle, she wet some furniture, and got put away for when I was “older.”
We moved when I was barely six and they left her behind.
So sad.
i had no concept of race, either. used to LOVE amos and andy!
Love the Star Trek clip.
me too!
A flying flame thrower, what could go wrong?
The mind boggles.
I love Cleo hugging the TV!!! Too adorable! (even if she IS coveting a Flame-Thrower-Equipped Drone!)
I bet I know what Cleo is getting for Christmas, in that case, from her apparently deep-pocketed founts of never-ending permissiveness.
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A rubber ball? No.
A large marrow-bone? No.
A lovely leather leash that says “Cleo” on the handle? Probably not.
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Not now that she’s seen a flame-thrower equipped drone.
Ding ding ding!
We have a winner!
gingerbread house
the kids made one while they were here for thanksgiving. one half for tha artistic 5 year old, and the other half for the very adventerous 3 year old… a grand work!
hahahahahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I thought this one was appropriate for the area.
“There’s no place like home…”
Ouch!
wow! we certainly know what Cleo is getting for Christmas! and, it’s not for ridding the yard of pesky hornets!
Surprisingly, there were no Murder Hornets found in Washington state this year ~ thankfully. The weapons worked! I know, you still want one, Cleo.
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I used to like candy cigarettes.
And bubblegum cigars. Used to get both when trick or treating.
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