I’m home again. Tired, sunburned, mosquito bitten and happy - at least until the West Nile virus kicks in.
I took the picture above earlier this afternoon, while visiting Pioneer Cemetery in Nevada City on my way home. It was a perfect day and not another living soul around.
I’ll be catching up this week and posting some Coca Cola ads from the 60’s. No weigh-in tomorrow. I plan to sleep late.
Well, foothills really. I’m enjoying a change of scenery this week. I’ll update soon.
Here is another advertisement from the sixties. This one is from 1964. Some misinformation put out by Sugar Information, Inc.
It’s the sugar you take at breakfast that helps you break fast - get off to a quick, smooth start.
It’s sugar anytime you take a break, that makes you feel better faster, helps keep you going stronger.
Sugar is all energy. It helps you enjoy life. Actually, energy is the first requirement of life and sugar is the purest energy food there is. Besides, there’s nothing like sugar to bring out the flavors of foods.
Some drug and chemical firms make artificial sweeteners. They leave calories out - and that means they leave the energy out too. Where there are no calories there can be no nourishment, no energy.
You can depend on sugar - genuine sugar derived from sugar beets or sugar cane. If you’ve left sugar, go back to it. See how fast it takes you off the sour side of life.
Whenever you take a break, take off the brakes. Sugar gets you going.
Sugar’s got what it takes…18 calories per teaspoon and it’s all energy.
Here is an advertisement with recipe for Hunt’s Catsup from 1963. Selling processed, canned and packaged food was big business and not about good nutrition so please don’t try this one at home.
Make it great in two shakes with Hunt’s Tomato Catsup.
Tender franks and beans make this sandwich hearty as a New England dinner. The melted cheese is a tasty addition, but make the happy ending Hunt’s. The rich, kettle simmered flavor of Hunt’s Tomato Catsup sparks up a Boston sandwich as nothing else could.
Frankfurters - Brown Bread or Pumpernickel - Pork and Beans - Sliced Cheese - Hunt’s Tomato Catsup
Slit Franks lengthwise and pan fry or broil them. Arrange on bread. Top with Pork and Beans (Hunt’s for the best) and strips of cheese. Serve cold or broil to melt cheese. Top with two shakes of Hunt’s Catsup, the best thing that ever happened to a sandwich.
Click on the picture to get a larger view of this delicacy from the 60’s.
I guess you either love Thomas Kinkade or hate him. Ever since viewing a Sixty Minutes piece on the prolific artist, I’ve been on the side of hate. His life is about his ego, not his “art”, that much seems obvious. His ardent followers are somewhat cult-like covering their walls with Thomas Kinkade paintings, their shelves with Thomas Kinkade trinkets and even living in Thomas Kinkade developments.
It seems that Thomas Kinkade’s ego gets the better of him, more often than not. In an article in the Las Vegas Weekly Greg Beato writes:
Kinkade, it seems, is in the habit of peeing outdoors. In the midst of a legal battle with former gallery franchisees, Kinkade admitted this much, attributing the practice to his country upbringing. But as the Los Angeles Times recently reported, those who know him say the truth’s a little weirder than that. On one occasion, outside the Disneyland Hotel, an associate claims, Kinkade soaked Winnie the Pooh with a peaceful, shimmering stream of golden urine. Another time, while vacationing in Las Vegas, Kinkade reportedly touched up a hotel elevator’s drab interior with his luminescent man-water.
Somehow, I just don’t find this information that hard to imagine. You can read the rest of Greg’s article here.
Continuing my foray into the dark ages of my childhood, here is the copy of an advertisement for a Royal portable typewriter. This ad appeared in Life Magazine in September of 1963:
Good grades don’t grow on trees
They grow out of you. A Royal portable just makes it easier. It takes over the mechanics of writing. Frees those 10 billion cells in your brain to think. Thoughts are clearer, more organized.
Compositions become more creative, neater. Words you never used before come to you and fatten your vocabulary.
With Royal misspellings are apparent. Thus, spelling improves. Even your penmanship imitates the very neatness of the printed letter.
In short, a Royal brings out the best in you. But beware.
Don’t buy a portable that defeats the purpose. Only Royal portables are simplest to use. They are the most helpful.
With Safari (pictured) for instance, you can set margins and columns as easily as pressing a doorbell, change a ribbon by merely replacing a cartridge.
In sum, Royal portables are easiest to get along with. They’re ruggedly built of steel, have a full-sized keyboard and the liveliest keys (hand-fitted) of any portable.
Give Mom the shiny apples to make the pie and let Royal help you make the grade. See all the Royal models. There are lots of good-looking colors. Maybe you’ll like the shiny red one. Royal portables start at $49.95, attractive case included.
I’m still holding at 154 which would be discouraging if it were not for my new pair of jeans. I was at a department store a couple of days ago and a pair of jeans caught my eye. The kind of jeans I’ve always liked, whether they were in fashion or not. Low rise and boot cut. I had a gift certificate still in hand from Christmas, courtesy of my sister-in-law Carrie. I told her I wouldn’t spend it until I had slimmed down a bit more, so that I could use it to buy something special. What makes these jeans so special? They are a size 10 and it’s been at least ten years since I fit into size 10 jeans. Nice, real nice.
I won’t be weighing in next week, as I will be away, but I’ll make more of an attempt to work on the pounds between now and the next weigh-in two weeks from today.
I still have that mid section to chisel away at and I’m pretty sure the Godiva ice cream bars I ate this past week didn’t help my cause. They were good. So good I almost passed out. If you have not tried them, don’t.
Spring weather is on the way and I already feel less like hibernating. Time to move it and lose it - again.
I have a collection of Life magazines from 1963 through to 1966. The advertisements are the most interesting, especially the ones for cigarettes and booze. Click on the photo to see a larger image. Look at the man in this ad for Bacardi. Take a look at his finger and how he is gently nudging the glass. Keep in mind that it is an 80 proof rum they are advertising. What do you see?
Many artists have recorded the Burt Bacharach/Hal David number Wives and Lovers. My memory of the song was a recording by Jack Jones and it struck me as such a romantic song at that time. I was eight years old, what did I know? Now I listen and wonder how this song came to be written. Were we really that shallow? I want to know more about these girls at the office and did women really lose their husbands over curlers?
Hey! Little Girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don’t think because there’s a ring on your finger
You needn’t try anymoreFor wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I’m warning you…Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don’t send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him againFor wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
He’s almost here…Hey! Little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you’d wear to go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
Time to get ready for love
So the moral of the story is, if you had your hair in curlers in the morning, so you’d look pretty for him in the evening he might get laid at work and it would be your fault, because after all, men will always be men?
As for my Monday morning weigh-in, well I’m just not going to do it today. Why? Because I’m too jealous of Will Campbell and the way he just sheds those pounds as though it were an easy task to accomplish! Okay, seriously, I’m….. envious. He’s put the work in and he’s seeing the results and that’s really the way it’s done. Congratulations Will.
My only exercise this week was a visit to the library to pick up a workout routine on DVD. I may have lost, I may have gained, but right now I fit into a size 12 pair of pants and I don’t want to spoil the pleasure I’m feeling from having downsized from a 14. I was in a department store when I made this discovery and to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, I grabbed a size 12 in a few different brands and I fit into every pair easily. I’m on my way to a 10. Next Monday will be a weigh-in…….. and a picture.
