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...And every family worth its salt now has a walnut-grained console stereo, complete with AM-FM, 4-speed record changer (including 16 2/3 rpm which supposedly plays books recorded on vinyl tho I never actually seen one of those) with ceramic "turnover" cartridge. For the kids, the 45-rpm single is the MP3 player of the time, and most kids have a mono phono in their room for playing big stacks of 45's (I don't recall ever hearing a stereo 45) containing the popular radio hits of the day and costing a dollar each. These were the MP3 players of the day.Mom and dad had a bunch of Lawrence Welk 33 1/3's, some polka albums and interestingly a couple of violin albums by Fritz Kreisler (is that the right spelling?) Plus, of course, the mandatory copy of "Clair de Lune" and these went on the "record player" (changer? much later terminology) nearly every Sunday afternoon.
The TV set was still black and white 21-inch, and it would be several years before color showed up in any numbers. Some dumb debate was going on, the broadcasters werent interested in broadcasting in color until more people had color sets, and people weren't willing to buy color sets until more programs were broadcast. Someplace along the line Disney decided to move their show from CBS broadcasting entirely in B&W (CBS was a heel dug in B&W stalwart) to NBC, and rename it "Disney's Wonderful World of Color" (the World is a carousel of COOOLOR!). NBC, which somehow now owned RCA, decided it might make good sense to put on more color shows as a means of getting people to buy those new-fangled color RCA sets that cost $700 and up not $250 to $300 for a decent B&W. All of this more or less started around 1962, but it was 1965-67 before color really took off big time.
As a Freshman in college 1965, the girl's dorm lounge (they weren't called "women" until nearly a decade later) had a new RCA color set, and the girls invited the boys (College boys were not referred to as men until some time later either) over to the lounge to watch "Bonanza" in color on Sunday eves.("The following program is brought to you in living color on NBC" cut to multicolored peakock." Bum pud dud dumb pum pud pu da dumb dumb paaam paaam" as a branding iron burns a hole with yellow fire in title on screen) You can guess how I spent my Sunday eves in College.
Back to 1962: A big family party was out on the then-new concrete patio. It was the 60s before the big open charcoal grille became popular, and of course everyone threw parties on the outdoor conctete patio and grilled burgers using sometimes hard-to-start charcoal. The other necessity at these parties was potato chips served from a plastic chip 'n dip set with some goofy-looking white dip with tiny chunks of anemic looking green onion mixed in it from the dip container in the set. Once enough thin potato chips broke in this gunk, thicker "ripple" chips that wouldn't break when dipping eventually showed up but were not commonplace until the late 60s. At showers and weddings, chip 'n dip sets suitable for these patio parties were all the rage. And, of course, Golden Glow salad. "Golden Glow" salad despite its name used lime jello as its base, to which was added shredded carrots (that was the golden glow I guess) , and unexplainably sometimes, a can of green (English) peas. People collected copper "Jello" molds for setting these up. You would then take a large plate covered with a few leaves from the outside of an iceberg lettuce head (Iceberg was "it" tho is was decades before the term iceberg came into use to describe a head of lettuce and serving salad "greens" was decades off), Put bottom of the the jelled mold in a pan of hot water for a few seconds, and then plop out the green Jello, carrot and green pea mass onto the lettuce leaf-covered plate. To complete the look, this was served with a side of Kraft (widemouth jar) salad dressing, which once you had taken your piece of the salad, you would plop the salad dressing on top.
So, the standard Sunday evening party menu was
1. Golden Glow Salad (see recipe above)
2. Charcoal-grilled burger on buns (interestingly only ketsup as a topping--it was much later when putting lettuce, tomato, cheese and mustard came along--and only as a consequence of the fact that the newfangled fast-food restaurants were starting to do this. In 1962 ketchup (probably called catsup then) was the appropriate hamburger condiment whereas mustard belonged on hot dogs. You didn't put catsup on hot dogs or mustard on hamburgers (NOT burgers) or god forbid mix the two together.
3. Potato chips with a gloppy semi-solid white dip served from a chip 'n dip set (it was much later when more liquid dips first appeared, and things like salsa and corn chips were unheard of as side dishes.)4. thin strips of Kosher-style dill pickle ("Kosher" meant a little garlic and seemed to have nothing to do with Kosher meats). For the less adventurous non-Kosher dills were generally available too. Most people didnt slice the pickle in thin circles to put them on the burger...they ate the strip as a side item with the burger.
5. Sliced watermelon for dessert.
Generally Koolaid or lemonade was served as a beverage, not beer or soda pop. Adventurous hostesses mixed lemonade WITH the red, orange or green Koolaid for an extra zing. The idea of serving canned beer and canned pop from an ice-filled styrofoam chest was nearly a decade off.
Afterward, you would go indoors to catch the final minutes of the Ed Sullivan show.
What's odd is that we all went to these parties and felt as if we had been royally entertained. We felt like we had it all! We weren't poor or in any way second class. What I describe is just the way everyone did it. People competed for attention in the neighborhood based on the complexity of their Golden Glow salad molds, but the recipes varied little.
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Cant forget that....
We almost bought a Knox Gelatin Recipes pamphlet from an antique store as a gag wedding present for my brother, but we were scared that he'd actually make us one of the recipes!
50 miles per hour on a most unstable beast was a pretty interesting ride. The wheels were so small you got little giroscopic action. Dad was just passing 100,000 miles on the 57 Swept Wing Dodge and buying the 63. My bike with the 3 front sprockets, 5 rear sprockets and a 4 speed hub (60 speed bike) was no longer the trick. I wanted a motor and did mot care too much what it was attached to, two years from now it would be granny's 55 ford with 272, 3 on the tree and duals.Wish I still had:
70 Mustang ram air Mach 1 351C
55 Ford
57 Ford
58 Ford rag top
66 396 Chevelle
64 Dart with V8 and straight axle front end etc.
68 Charger
71 V8 Dart
? Maroon with white vinyl top and white gut Chrysler 300, 440 motor
Dirt bike
Philco 38-690 radio
Elaine, Sue, Mary.....BUT a lot of that insanely expensive audio gear I saw in the catalogs, that I read till the pages fell out, now resides here.
You got my memory lane wheels spinning. We had a 3 speed Garrard (no 16 2/3) with a GE VR15 (variable reluctance) magnetic cartridge with a red button on top which pushed and turned to switch styli LP/78. Detroit was in it's glory days. The Pontiac Grand Prix made it's first appearance, the first full model year for the Impala SS. The chevy 348 grew up to be the 409 and in top line trim shed it's tri-power for a pair of 4 barrels it was also offered in a 2dr "bubble top" Belair. The venerable 283 was still the base V8 but was also stretched to 327ci. Bucket seats, consoles and floor shifts were the order of the day. I remember my father saying "I had bucket seats and a floor shift in my 36 Chevy" I also remember the hook on child seats. If there was ever a device that left one poised to be thrust through the windshield or into the sharp contours of the solid steel dash, that had to be it. Sorry about the long winded car thing I got carried away. The 21-inch B&W Admiral served admirably but from time to time the back would have to come off and all the tubes pulled and taken to the drug store where you could test them and purchase replacements. Charcoal, real charcoal THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE, still use it. Mom's cooper Jello molds served mostly as kitchen decorations and it seemed everyone had a few hanging on the wall. Ashtrays were everywhere from the doctor's waiting room to the hospital bed stand (unless you were on oxygen) Something to think about when buying vintage equipment from a "smoke free home" Maybe for the last 20 years or so but before that all bets are off. There was a lot of both good and bad in 1962 and I'd go back in a heartbeat but only if I could know what I know now. Like the song says "These are the good old days"
Great fun!Let's see, in 1962 I was out of college and living in a batchelor pad with 2 other guys. We were all engineers for United Aircraft divisions.
Our TV was an old 23 tube RCA black and white that wouldn't die.
The hi-fi was my Eico HF-20 with a Garrard RC-88 changer (single play spindle, of course)and the speaker was a huge Able-Wood cabinet with a 15" wharfedale woofer, an 8" wharfedale for the mid, and an AR ST-3 "range extender" sitting on top. It was the AR-3's 1 3/8" dome tweeter and high pass filter in a box.
We had quite an inventory of wheels: my 1958 Alfa romeo Spyder, my '55 Olds convertible, and my old green '55 Pontiac 4 door, George's 1959 Jaguar XK-150, George's 1950 Ford with the Olds engine, Charlie's 1961 TR-4, and a Ducatti 200 CC scrambles bike. Plus 2 sailboats: my Sunfish, and George's DIY (which kept trying to be a submarine).
It was the year I got engaged; and yes, I'm still married to her.
It was good times. Innocent times, but cold war times, too. Kerouak's books were out and all the buzz. Kennedy was president. Folk songs and psuedo folk songs were popular, and Joan Baez was new and making a big name. The New Christie Minstrels, the Kingston Trio, Chad Mitchel Trio, Pete Seeger, and Bob Dillon was just recently out, too. Mary travers hadn't joined Peter and Paul yet. Oh yes, and Julie Christy ("the misty miss Christy"), sigh!
But don't forget the Cuban Missle Crisis in October of that year, a terrifying time if you were old enough to know what was going on and I was (turned 13 in June). Seattle hosted an exposition that year, with their Space Needle as the centerpiece (still standing). American Graffiti (1973) was set in the year 1962 - the film had it down pretty well. On a personal note, it was my Bar Mitzvah year, an event still vivid. Later, much later (1994), I dated my co-partner's sister. Where is Lois Cohen now? Anybody know?
Ah yes; the Cuban Missile Crisis. Boy, is that a vivid memory. I was living in manchester CT and working for the Hamilton-Standard Division of United Aircraft Corp. The plant was located at Bradley Field, the Hartford-Springfield Municipal Airport.Kennedy made his famous speech to the American people in the evening, and right after, my parents called and asked me if i thought it was serious. Itold them no, I thought it was just saber rattling because we were one of the alternate fields for Westover AFB, a SAC base, and if things were serious they would be dispersing their planes to alternate fields and i hadn't seen any.
Next morning I drove to work, and there at the southeast corner of the field was a seven plane flight of B47's all lined up with their mother ship with the orange tail that carried all the ECM gear. At the southwest corner of the field was a U-2 and it's support plane, and the Connecticut Air National Guard at the north corner had all their F-102's rolled out on the runway on 2 minute alert status. Once I got into the office I found all the National Guard members were missing from their desks. And later that morning a C-123 cargo plane taxied over to our plant (the main taxi-way extended onto our property) and they began loading supplies from the warehouse. A lot of military contractors were paid to maintain stocks of spares for just such an event. In the afternoon, a second cargo plane arrived.
It was painfully clear that Kennedy was not just talking and that the US had put one of their war preparedness plans into action. Meanwhile, my fiance' was in Miami at a Dental Convention.
Scared the heckout of my parents. I had told them that if they were worried to check their local county airport and see if any military planes had showed up there. Next morning they drove over there, and sure enough, there were a bunch of planes there, too.
My roommate worked for pratt & Whitney, another UAC division, and they had the same experience. All the National Guard and reservists missing and cargo planes landing at their field.
It didn't last long, but it was the highest alert level I can remember from the cold war.
I had a white '57 Alfa 101 Normale and had lots of fun with it, later I had a '58 XK150 (pictured)...Wish I still had either of them.
Mine was black, a Normale Spyder. George's Jag was also black and the roadster. What's a 101?Joseph Lucas, the man who invented darkness.
Between us we spent many fun-filled hours changing voltage regulators, generators and starters and rebuilding Smith's tachs and speedos and the Girling power brake booster. Almost forgot the infinite number of servicings on the electric fuel pump.
Thankfully, the Alfa didn't have SU carbs, but it was one of the ones with Lucas electricals.
Your Jag coupe looks really nice. A real GT car. How was the heater? George ended up building his own using an American heater core.
The good old days. We would have killed for a Miata back then.
oops it was a 750 not a 101, I had a 101 later. I currently use a '87 Spider as my daily car. The only "classic" I still own is a '52 Rolls Silver Dawn that I am hoping to restore one of these years...LUCAS stands for:
Loose Unprotected Connections All Shorted by the way. Its scary to think they did electrics for aircraft also. Good thing they never got into pacemakers.JAGUAR:
Jinxed Auto Guarantees Unreliability and RepairsI never really cared about the heater much as I lived in AZ at the time. Motorola hired me out of college so I moved from the Chicago area to work there at the old 52st plant in Phoenix working in the Computer Services Group. The biggest thing with the 150 was the LUCAS bullit connectors (pronounced BULLSH*T connectors). They were bullet shaped metal crimped on connectors that plugged into a sleev with a slit in it and put inside a Bakelite tube to insulate it. They were open at the ends so moisture, dirt etc got in them and corroded them big time so every time you hit a bump or went around a corner fast you'd have a whole new set of electrical problems. They even used these stupid connectors for the grounding tie points. I finally got tired of chasing the gremlins and clipped out every one of the damn things and replaced them with those crimp together splice joiners that at least sealed the connections somewhat. Hardly ever had an electrical problem ever again. Curiously the other car in the picture, the 54 Sunbeam, hardly ever broke and I drove it 50 miles a day to and from work...
I had the misfortune of buying a brand new Miata the first year they came out and it was the biggest pile of crap I ever owned, in fact I never bought a new car ever again because of that experience. It actually broke down on the way home from the showroom and spent the first 3 weeks I owned it in the shop. It was never right and I kept refusing to accept it from the shop til they got it right and they wouldnt exchange it for another new one. I ended up having to get a lawyer to get my money back and they had already sold the Mercedes I traded in so they had to pay for that also. I ended up getting a '87 FIAT Bertone X1/9 and surprisingly it preformed better than the Miata in every way. Better mileage, better handing, faster etc. By 87 they had most the bugs worked out of the X1/9s although they were junk for most of the previous years. Unfortunately many were owned by college kids that thrashed them so not many survived it seems..
Dave,One of my great mistakes was to buy a used '65 Ford Cortina GT. Very willing engine, but Lucas electricals (Lucas and electrical is almost a contradiction in terms, isn't it? Did they start out making candles?) and the same bullitt connectors. I remember wailing down a twisty road in CT, hitting a bump, and suddenly being without lights. They mounted the connector block on the radiator header, right up front in the weather.
I eventually had a brake failure and rolled the thing down a hillside. That solved the reliability problems once and for all.
The handling was really, really bad. God knows how the reviewers could give it high marks. It was plagued with roll oversteer. As the car rollled in a hard turn, the rear end steered out. That decreased the turning radius and increased the G loads inducing more roll and more rear end steering. The only fast way around a corner was to pretend you were on a dirt track and toss it into the turn with full opposite lock and steer with the right foot. Quite a trick with 1600 CC. It may have been unreliable, but at least it had treacherous handling.
Then there was my Giulietta. The handling was phenominal, even though it cornered on its door handles and you could see the whole underside of the car on hard turns. But it stuck like glue. The engine itself was unbreakable. I shimmed the valve springs and put in Super rod bolts and it would turn 8000 RPM in first and second gear. Mine also had an Abarth exhaust, a stiffer clutch, and a Weber 2 throat downdraft carb instead of the stock Solex. The previous owner had cobbled together the exhaust and it was really, really loud, but all high pitched, so it shrieked rather than roared. At 8000 RPM the sound was incredible. It was clearly audible for 1/2 mile over traffic noise. I took it to sports car club events for 2 years and nothing streetable ever was louder.
I also had the weber conversion on my Alfa and a low restriction exhaust that was so loud I felt bad starting it in the morning under my carport to go to work (which just amplified it even more). I'm sure I had some neighbors cursing me..
Speaking of rolling cars down a hill. I had a Maserati Citroen SM (rare 5 speed version)and it ate me out of house and home. It was a blast to drive and looked like a little space ship but every time you turned the key something broke. The last year I owned it it cost me over $5000 in maintenance and it only had 28k miles on it. One day I was driving it to Maryland from VA and on the beltway near DC a semi crossed into my lane and his cabs tires hit me and the car spit out into and over the guard rail and down a steep embankment and into a chain link fence near the bottom that kept me from going into the run off pond which was full. The trucker never stopped and kept going. The guy that had been behind me thought I was going to hit him after the truck knocked me out of control and he spun out and caused a minor pile up. When the trucker was later caught he said he thought he had killed me so he took off. The car was amazingly intact considering but the wrecker did way more damage than the accident did winching it back up. The insurance wouldn't total it because of the high value the car still had then so it got repaired. I sold it to a guy in San Fran who had another one with a blown engine and wanted mine so he could use his for parts for it. He called me a few months later to tell me he got caught in a storm somewhere and the car got totally submerged under water so I guess that car was just jinxed.
I know the SM. Never owned one, but got a hair raising ride in one in Salt Lake City. Impressive performance! I was riding shotgun, and I'm OK with that kind of driving, but the guys in the back seat were terrified.These days my ride is a 2004 Chrysler 300M, the last of the earlier FWD 300's.
My son has an SCCA competition license and when he has time runs a Dodge Neon SCR in Showroom Stock. It's a low class, but like all racing is expensive. Joke: Do you know how to make a small fortune in racing? Answer: Start with a large one.
I was born in '62 (guess that still doesn't need four digits...yet), but I do recall very similar norms and mores in the late '60's when I lived in the Atlanta area.We had block parties often...seemed that way, anyway...the street would be closed off, so the kids could play semi-supervised while the adults did likewise...the menu rarely varied much from the early sixties - hamburgers, jello salads, chips/dip, and watermelon and/or homemade ice cream for dessert...I also recall seeing the first pony keg at one of these events in about 1970...
I also recall the large console TV/stereo - it was a Philco. The arrival was a big event...that was about '66 or '67...the setup by the TV store techs was an odd ritual including the ceremonial degaussing of the tube with a weird halo shaped thingie...and we, as kids, couldn't touch it (until much later, when it had been relegated to playroom duty) and could only watch Disney, Batman and other special programs (but only after we had gotten into our pajamas and ready for bed).
I later discovered the console would actually produce some impressive volume..no idea on fidelity, as volume was the gold standard at that age...my Dad actually took the trouble to cadge together some resistors and patch cords so I could use it with a cassette player...
The console was retired when the TV started getting worse and worse...and then it blinked out one night and when we peered through the little ventilation holes in the masonite back-board, we could see some flames...that was it...it lay in state in the rec room for a few years and then was donated or given away...
Funny thing is I'd love to have that thing now...
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Dean.
"What I describe is just the way everyone did it."
...until then it was basic potato chips or ripple chips. And the remote controls on tv's were hard wired with a 15' cable running from the remote to the tv. I used to love to crawl into bed at night, clip the little alligator clip from my rocket shaped crystal radio to the bed frame or cast-iron radiator and listen to stations from across the country. Good times ; )
I've got some bound volumes of 1952 American Home magazines from a small college library that was getting rid of them. It's a hoot and my grandkids love to look through them. Yesterday my 5 year-old grandaughter told me she wanted to see that "blue sink and the rockabilly furniture" so I pulled them out for her to look at.Lots of built-in TV's, floor tile, some mono speakers, etc.
And I noticed several of the recipes called for luncheon meat (Spam) and salad dressing (Miracle Whip). I grew up in the 50's and I never had mayonaise, my mom used Miracle Whip.
Dave
Later Gator,
Crank up your talking machine, grab a jar of your favorite "kick-back", sit down, relax, and let the good times roll.Eagles may soar, but weasels do not get sucked into jet engines.
300 pages, published by Good Housekeeping magazine.In the first chapter, "Decorating", there's a photo of an in-wall 25" TV, what looks like an H/K Citation 1 pre-amp and flanked by AR-3(?) speakers.
The caption under the photos says "A built-in entertainment center is an asset to any family room".
Although we had a Magnavox console, the better off neighbors had built in Heathkit or Dynakit systems built in to their dark paneled walls.
In fact just the mention of the words "built in" take me right back to the 60's when it seemed that everyone did it that way.
Hey, why doesn't anyone do built ins anymore? If this nostalgia trip continues, I'm gonna end up scoring some Heath components and actually doing it myself, paneling on the walls and everything, just for old times' sake. :)
Can't comment on weird food, we throve on normal high fat and sugary food and no one got fat until the 70's when diet stuff started appearing. Coincidence?
My folks didn't get a color Tv until well into the 70s. I had a color TV before they did when I moved out to go to college. My Dad hung onto a 1940s RCA B&W TV that was about a 3 foot square cube on cast iron legs with a round 8 inch tube and Fresnel lens that hung on the front. And it wasn't even really black and white more like brown and white. I wish I would have been able to take it when they finally got rid of it. When it was built they hadn't even standardized where the stations would be yet so it had a continuous radio style tuning instead of click stops. The only console we had was also from the 40s and it was a blondewood Zenith Trans-oceanatic with a fold down record grinder. It had the "old" FM (before 88-105)band, AM and shortwave. That ended up in my bedroom as my Dad had a "proper" moneo separates system. Lived in a split level home my Dad designed with the concrete patio and rotisserie BBQ, chaise lounges and web chairs and Japanese hanging lights. Remember parties when I was a kid. My Dad was good friends with the owner of Grommes as he worked there and him and his wife were regular visitors. The big thing was watching the Blue Angels practice from the patio. We lived about 500 feet from one of the runways at the Glenview Naval Air Station the planes flew so low you could wave to the pilots and they'd wave back. My Dad was in the Navel reserve and guess he wanted to stay close :)
My parents had a lacquered cherry console. It played stereo records but FM stereo had just been approved by FCC so the tuner did mono only. This "stereo" got used mostly for musicals and "Singalong With Mitch Miller". I recall a TV singalong with Mitch show too but memory may be faulty.My record player was a little suitcase like box with a flip top and did all the speeds. Most of my records were 45s or 7" 78s. A lot of the 78s were short stories on the Golden label(Golden Books) and were a bright yellow color...cute.
And there were indeed plenty of stereo 45s but these came out well after 62. The first ones I recall were on the Beatles' "Apple" label around 1969. Stereo 45s are still around but they're 12", frequently one-sided and contain approved music only.
....here's another interesting site with all of those old TV lead 'ins from 1960....I love those big console TV's
I was five in '62 but remeber in the mid 60's my neighbor used to put the tailgate down on his station wagen and all us kids would sit with legs dangling as he drove us around the neighborhood! (try that today!) Bike helmet? that was for sissys (if you could even find one) We would ride homemade go carts down a rather steep hill on a paved road with only a hope and a prayer we could stop before reaching the intersection below! Of course, no thought as to a helmet! (I now have 3 kids 19,16,7 they all wore helmets on their tricycles!)
not shure where i got it from but its well done.
I'll never forget sitting down to dinner in my flattop haircut, looking forward to some of my Mom's best efforts...Fishsticks, complete with sauce made with ketchup and horseradish.
Chef Boy-Ar-Dee pizza.
Pie-Oh-My Pud-n-Cake for desert.
Anybody else do sandwiches with just mayo on a slice of bread and a sprinkle of sugar on top?
David, I was a freshman in college in the fall of '66, so we're pretty close!
Yep, but not for me. Remember the week old jello it would probably make good implants.
The suburbia moms loaded kids from every family in the car to take to the park or on school outings or the movies..Oh for the good ole days.
Glorified Rice2 cups rice (boiled)
2 cups pineapple chunks
2 cups whipped cream -- real whipping cream
1/2 cup sugar
maraschino cherries for decoratingBoil rice until tender. Cool thoroughly. Then add pineapple
chunks and sugar to rice and mix.Whip cream and fold into rice mixture. Top with Cherries.
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My basic problem with Glorified Rice (The kids all called this CHLOROfied Rice when I was in Grade school) is that I never quite figured out if it should be served as a salad, an appetizer, a side dish or a dessert! Depending on how much sugar you added, it could be any of these! For how many other dishes can you say that?This recipe seems way too "uppedy" in terms of ingredients. A proper chlorofied rice should use only a generic, store-brand version of Kool Whip along with a can of Fruit Cocktail containing maraschino cherries. The idea of adding a single maraschino to the top of the glop is just way more upscale than I can begin to comprehend. Somehow I have trouble with the whole idea of "decorating" chlorofied rice.
You could start with a can of fruit cocktail, and then add either Jell-O or cooked rice and generic Kool Whip on the fly--or possibly all of these?.
My mom (rest her soul) and I had an on-going battle in the 50s and 60s. Every Sunday nite was Jell-O with fruit cocktail night, alternating Sundays red and orange. But my mom insisted on adding sliced bananas. I could tolerate the Jell-O and fruit cocktail but I've hated overripe bananas from day one--still do. Guess what. The banana slices turned brown as the Jell-O jelled. And even worse, we were still eating on this glop mid-week.
My mom's motto was "never throw Jell-O out."
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For a swell trip down memory lane, check out Lileks. Especially noteworthy is the Gallery of Regrettable Food. Enjoy!For extra credit write a report on the "Knox Gelatin" link and one titled "Jello Confronts the (Great) Depression."
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I remember being a little kid in the late 1970's (born 1973, but I have a pretty good memory from about 4 or 5 years old forward) and having those Jello salads you speak of...full of shredded vegetables of some sort. Ugh. Some members of my family were big fans of those salads, thankfully not my parents.
specifically mentions your "salad"
Makes me glad daylight saving time is here. Clean up the Weber and get grilling.
And, to the vintage point: yes, we had a console. I used to play Mantovanni albums like "Exodus" on it. Plus Nancy Wilson (who remains a fave) and Percy Faith.
I turned 60 this week, so I'm more or less stuck in the Sixties.
That makes me vintage, I guess. Caps starting to leak. Parts getting hard to find.
I still dig ketchup and mustard on burgers, BTW. With pickles.
I remember reading an article in the 1990's in an underground "zine" written by a woman who scoured garage sales and thrift shops for 1950's and early 1960's cookbooks.They consisted of some of the most disgusting recipies I have ever seen, and as you pointed out "Jello" was a favorite "base" material. I almost vomited when I saw a picture of a 2 foot "loaf" of lime Jello filled with hot dogs and onions.
The "childrens" recipies were equally interesting- one consisted of mixing peanut butter with large amounts of hot sauce...and that was as far as I could read.
I wish I still had the article...reading it was like watching a car wreck...you wanted to turn away but you could not.
Personally, I am very happy that I was not around to be subjected to the Jello madness of 58.
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