Monday, September 26, 2016

Nostalgia via Madison Avenue

  Many of our memories are with the help of the advertising industries. Through them we have a prolific source of images that stay with us for life. Yup, you guessed it, I am going to review some of them right here and right now!

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Not a nationally known business but one that I remember growing up in the northeast, was Cushman's Bakery. As a child, the Cushman's delivery truck would deliver to homes. In particular, I remember boxes of little cupcakes with different colors of frosting.





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About the same time period, I remember my uncle 'Buddy' who I recollect drove a pickup truck, He must have been a mechanic at the time because it said 'Bear Wheel Alignment Service' on the side. The logo was often seen at garages.









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Though I was never a smoker, I remember being permeated by Lucky Strike cigarette ads (and many others) before cigarette commercials were banned from television. Indelibly burned into my brain was L.S./M.F.T. It was their catch phrase for "Lucky Strike Means Fine Tobacco"








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 I think, while growing up, I had a relative that might have worked at Pepsi-Cola. I remember often having a wooden case full of Pepsi bottles on the back porch. There is a logo that had many changes over the years.









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Probably the one that has stuck with me the longest is Coca-Cola. I have always preferred Coke to Pepsi. I have been told that I am addicted to the stuff, but I am not. I have gone a whole week without Coke and survived (barely).
  When I was stationed in Biloxi, Mississippi, in 1968, there was a store down on the beach that had an old Coke vending machine. Insert three pennies and you would get a cold bottle of Coke. That wasn't the prevailing price at the time, but I think more of a way to draw people to the store.


Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them. - Bob Dylan


Monday, September 5, 2016

Sunday Mornings


  The hardest part about Sunday mornings is waking up at 6:30 and getting up.  After that , it's all good.  Get ready and out the door and head to church. What I love about this time of the day and this day of the week, is how quiet it is. Except for occasional faint noises from the port, it is very peaceful. The dew is on the grass and the sun is breaking through. I climb into the car and unlike the norm, I don't turn on music. Heading through town, there are no cars on the road. It is like the movies where everyone has abandoned the place. All I hear now is the humming of the tires. No stop and go. No rude drivers.

  I am almost always the first one to arrive at church. Since I have a key, I let myself in and continue to enjoy the tranquility, walking down the halls to the offices. I have some responsibilities here to take care of and I engage in them until the others arrive. For me, it is a very good start to the day and a nice departure from the other days of the week!

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. - Khalil Gibran