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It was made from a method of pigskin tanning for the US military because the material was so durable.&lt;br /&gt;
The shoe concept was based as a casual shoe for post war suburbia. The ultimate boomer shoe!&lt;br /&gt;
As far as the name goes, it was originally going to be called, Lasers. But, fate had other plans. James Gaylord Muir, the first sales manager went on a sales trip to the south. While dining with a local salesman, they had hush puppies with their catfish dinner.&amp;nbsp; Talking about the origin of this dish, Muir learned that farmers threw hush puppies to their hounds to quiet their barking dogs. How genius! A shoe to quiet your barking dogs!&lt;br /&gt;
By 1965 1 in every 10 people were wearing Hush Puppies. Even celebrities like Perry Como, Johnny Carson and Prince Phillip had to have a pair.&lt;br /&gt;
In 1965, Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones accidentally touched his guitar to an ungrounded microphone, which knocked him unconscious.The fact that he was wearing Hush Puppies with rubber soles, saved his life.&lt;br /&gt;
During the 90's, sales of the shoe were down. But, designers brought the shoe back on the scene and they became the hippest shoe around. Today, they are global and come in many different styles.&lt;br /&gt;
So, the next time your dogs start barking, slip on a pair of Hush Puppies to quiet them down.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/_0lzAb7y70Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/_0lzAb7y70Q/shhhhhpuppy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xknUD2foZJY/TeFGRmbnn8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/G8n6p9oN7A0/s72-c/hush_puppies_html.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2011/05/shhhhhpuppy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-8783181961614147400</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-23T15:27:07.682-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">south pacific</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hawaii</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">james mitchner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bamboo curtains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pupu tray</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tiki torch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trader vivs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blue hawaii</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">polynesian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tiki</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mai tai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">don the beachcomber</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trader vics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gidget</category><title>Freaky Tiki!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TTyBj1KYHOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/APUHfKuWkOI/s1600/tiki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TTyBj1KYHOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/APUHfKuWkOI/s1600/tiki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember the tiki craze?&amp;nbsp; Polynesian pop. How cool was that? Believe it or not, it's making a comeback and it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;
After the return of the soldiers from the South Pacific during world war two, Americans&amp;nbsp; began to take notice of&amp;nbsp; island life. Because of it, there was an entire culture being born. Just think about all of the influences we grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;
James Mitcher wrote novels about the South Pacific. We could see it for ourselves on the big screen with movies like South Pacific. "I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair..." How romantic. What about Blue Hawaii starring Elvis? There was Gidget, everybody's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;
Television had tiki time series like Gilligan's Island and Mchales Navy. In Gilligan's Island, I was glad they didn't get rescued. I would have liked to have been on that island for the rest of my life, eating pineapples and drinking fancy rum drinks.&lt;br /&gt;
To top it off, Hawaii became a state in 1959.&lt;br /&gt;
The first tiki bar was Don The Beachcomber in Los Angeles in 1934. After that followed Trader Vics, who the owner, Vic Bergeron, invented the drink, the Mai Tai.&lt;br /&gt;
There were hula girls, torch lights, pineapples, and the pupu tray. I had one of those once. It was sort of like a fondu but more exciting. There was a volcano looking cup in the middle with fire in it. Everyone gathered around cooking the shrimp and pineapple on skewers. Oh, the good ole days!&lt;br /&gt;
There was the Tiki Room at Disney World, Hawaiian shirts, and Don Ho.&lt;br /&gt;
I love the Tiki tacky treasures like bamboo furniture, curtains, and the cocktail glasses with faces on them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TTyJjpf119I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jSZLBr7A360/s1600/masks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TTyJjpf119I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jSZLBr7A360/s1600/masks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are ever in Atlanta, I suggest a trip to Trader Vics It's located on the lower level of the Hilton. You will love the exotic food and drinks. They also have tiki torch nights where you can hear a lecture and a educational presentation of tiki figures. Now how great is that!&lt;br /&gt;
May the Tiki Gods be with you!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/ByvWfgaqEEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/ByvWfgaqEEM/freaky-tiki.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TTyBj1KYHOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/APUHfKuWkOI/s72-c/tiki.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2011/01/freaky-tiki.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-4270120727605770517</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-22T14:54:45.300-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeland security</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">santa claus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">worship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><title>Santa For Head Of Homeland Security!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SVJ1Oz43Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_BOiJV0J2OE/s1600/santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SVJ1Oz43Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_BOiJV0J2OE/s1600/santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a repost. It is a perfect time to bring this post back.&lt;br /&gt;
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You better watch out, you better not cry, Santa Claus is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;
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(quell the masses)&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel Santa is the perfect choice for head of homeland security.&lt;br /&gt;
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(he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake.)&lt;br /&gt;
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He know what you are doing at all times.&lt;br /&gt;
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(he knows when you've been bad or good)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we'd better be good, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think about it. That guy can enter a house without anyone knowing at all and not leave a trace except bearing gifts, if he chooses to, or eat your cookies.&lt;br /&gt;
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He can get from one place to another in no time and circle the globe in 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kids and people worship him like a God and he is know universally.&lt;br /&gt;
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No one, I say no one, is going to cross that man for fear of the consequences, especially on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, the president should seriously give Mr. Claus consideration when making the next choice for head of homeland security. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TRJWywQ5odI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oWlzEJmPrV8/s1600/santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TRJWywQ5odI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oWlzEJmPrV8/s1600/santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/Vn1LTBqUnQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/Vn1LTBqUnQQ/santa-for-head-of-homeland-security.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SVJ1Oz43Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_BOiJV0J2OE/s72-c/santa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-for-head-of-homeland-security.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-4398491883787021336</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2010 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-20T17:09:37.518-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emergency</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. Kelly Bracket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Squad 51</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mike Stoker</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dixie McCall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John Gage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Roy Desoto</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chet Kelly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rampart Hospital</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marco Lopez</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. Joe Early</category><title>Emergency! Squad 51 Calling Rampart!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TOg_4lR9tfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YAyvr25aEf0/s1600/cast-station3-bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TOg_4lR9tfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YAyvr25aEf0/s320/cast-station3-bw.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this TV show! I watch it almost every day on Reto TV. What a treat! Emergency originally aired&lt;br /&gt;
between 1972 to 1977.&lt;br /&gt;
Many episodes dealt with real events in order to entertain and educate the public. Some of the disasters these guys were called to actually seemed real. Their characters knew what to do and made the situation &lt;br /&gt;
seem like they were really there..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TOhBmctzuXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/F6w9DrvGxzg/s1600/PZC1OCASHKJ38CAZD1JXLCA2X14JQCAEBCJ9JCAAUURPYCAF5Z2ITCAS5VWNECAVIXLM4CAHBN2X6CAQS3ZRICA2Q2H6YCAOTIDTQCAL9Y7DGCAHJHK1UCADB3814CAC1GCC9CAB7ENVZCAQBZG64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TOhBmctzuXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/F6w9DrvGxzg/s1600/PZC1OCASHKJ38CAZD1JXLCA2X14JQCAEBCJ9JCAAUURPYCAF5Z2ITCAS5VWNECAVIXLM4CAHBN2X6CAQS3ZRICA2Q2H6YCAOTIDTQCAL9Y7DGCAHJHK1UCADB3814CAC1GCC9CAB7ENVZCAQBZG64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were 3 rescue vehicles on this show. One of them, Squad 51 was a 1972 D-300 truck. This vehicle was built entirely by scratch due to the tight filming schedule. Now the truck sits in a fire museum in Bellflower, California.&lt;br /&gt;
The two main firemen were Johnny Gage and Roy Desoto. They were two cool dudes. They had their hands full with different interesting emergencies. It seemed like by the time they got back to the station, the alarm would ring and they were out on the road again helping someone in distress.&lt;br /&gt;
Some of the other characters, if you remember were firemen Captain Hank Henry Stanley, Chet Kelly, Marco Lopez, and Mike Stoker.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember Dr. Kelly Brackett? He has his own adventures. I saw him just yesterday get bit by a tiny catfish that jumped out of an aquarium. He almost passed out.&lt;br /&gt;
There was Dr. Joe Early, the neurosurgeon, who donates his time to the ER department at Rampart Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
Nurse Dixie McCall was always on it. Everytime that call came in from Squad 51, and the big light started blinking, she was right there to answer the call. She would read the vitals to Dr. Kelly and he would tell the firemen what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
The exterior of Rampart Hospital was actually Harbor UCLA Medical Center in Torrance, California.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, there you have it. It's almost 3:00 and I have to turn on the TV.&lt;br /&gt;
Squad 51 calling Rampart! Do you read me?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/X-FLCC42bpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/X-FLCC42bpI/emergency-squad-51-calling-rampart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TOg_4lR9tfI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YAyvr25aEf0/s72-c/cast-station3-bw.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/11/emergency-squad-51-calling-rampart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-2157280898302690382</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-16T17:20:44.307-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Burma Shave. Allen Onell</category><title>Don't Stick/Your Elbow/Out So Far/It Might/Go Home/In Another Car/Burma Shave</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TJKGPfnh5BI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xCrw__PwBOw/s1600/IEJU000Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TJKGPfnh5BI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xCrw__PwBOw/s320/IEJU000Z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Words of wisdom, for sure. I bet you remember taking that family vacation and reading those Burma shave signs. It was the most successful advertising campaign in the country. It all started out with a product made by Burma Shave which was a liniment. Sales were poor and the company needed to manufacture a product that would sell. So, Burma Shave came out with the brushless shaving cream.&lt;br /&gt;
In 1925, Allen Onell, son of the owner came up with a brilliant advertsing plan. His father gave him $200.00&lt;br /&gt;
to get started and the rest was history. From 1925-1963 there were 7000 Burma shave signs all across the country. Those red and white signs soon became part of our popular culture.&lt;br /&gt;
The fifties brought a slow down in sales, though. With cars becoming faster, super highways were built and the signs were replaced with billboards. The final Burma Shave sign ended in 1963.&lt;br /&gt;
Said Farmer Brown/Who's Bald/On Top/Wish I Could/Rotate The Crop/Burma Shave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452267625?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=iamababo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0452267625"&gt;The Verse by the Side of the Road : The Story of the Burma-Shave Signs and Jingles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=iamababo-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0452267625" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/x7DUtQV5e2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/x7DUtQV5e2I/dont-stickyour-elbowout-so-farit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TJKGPfnh5BI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xCrw__PwBOw/s72-c/IEJU000Z.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-stickyour-elbowout-so-farit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-7078479519139837223</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-05T11:37:40.806-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ben Casey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vince Edwards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">County General Hospital</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. David Zorba</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sam Jaffee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">American Medical Association</category><title>Man, Woman, Birth, Death, Infinity...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TIOz0tgEr6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AptU1voJdEI/s1600/bencasey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TIOz0tgEr6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/AptU1voJdEI/s320/bencasey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben Casey, Ben Casey, Calling Dr. Casey! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I had to go to the hospital, it certainly would be County General Hospital. Ben Casey, the resident neuosurgeon, played by Vince Edwards, was gruff, demanding, and decisive. He was a rebel. In reality, he was discovered by Bing Crosby.&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. David Zorba, (Sam Jaffee) who was the chief of neurosurgery, had alot of respect for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
During the first seaon, just about every episode involved a patient with a brain tumor. The patients weren't the only ones with problems. During their work at County General, Casey and his colleagues came into contact with people from every level of society. Issues such as drug addiction, racial tension, &lt;br /&gt;
child abuse and euthanasia were brought to light.&lt;br /&gt;
The show had the assistance of the American Medical Association. More than $50,000 was tied up in medical equipment and&amp;nbsp;each show cost&amp;nbsp; about $115,000.&lt;br /&gt;
Soon into the series, Vince even started directing the show. He was nicknamed, "The Image" on the set. The&lt;br /&gt;
show was such a hit that Ben Casey's face appeared in movie and teen magazines, T-shirts, magazines, puzzles, pins, comic books and anything else that could be marketed.&lt;br /&gt;
I even had a Ben Casey shirt! It was crisp and white. When I wore it, I felt so important! A true professional.&lt;br /&gt;
Joyce Casey, Joyce Casey, Calling Joyce Casey....&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you guess what the longest running game show was in the history of prime time televsion? That's right! It was What's My Line.&amp;nbsp; It ran from 1950-1967. The show also won 3 Emmy Awards for the best quiz or audience participation show.&lt;br /&gt;
Originally the show was called, Occupation Unknown and was produced by Mark Goodson and Bill Todman. I bet you remember that show. It was hoted by John Charles Daley and the panelists were Dorthy Kilgallen, Arlene Francis, Bennett Cerf. and briefly Steve Allen.&lt;br /&gt;
The panel had to guess the occupation or the identity of the mystery guest. The questions could only be answered yes or no. The contestant won by receiving ten "no" answers or if time ran out. The prize for the winner? They got up to $50.00. Imagine that! Unknown to the public, the mystery guest was paid an additional $500.00 as an appearance fee whether they won or lost the game. Also, guest panelists were paid $750.00. At first, the regular panelists were paid $300.00 a week. According to Bennet Cerf, by the end of the series, they were paid "scandalous" amounts of money.&lt;br /&gt;
I just loved those blindfolds. Once in a while, the neighborhood kids would get together and play the game. I remember once I was Marilyn Monroe. No one could guess who I was. Some thought I was Miss Francis of the Ding Dong School and others thought I was Connie Stevens. It was fun, but I really could have used the $50.00.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/mHiZ20Axr7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/mHiZ20Axr7A/occupation-unknown.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TGG1g29-zBI/AAAAAAAAATw/gusl4Ib79Zk/s72-c/whats-my-line.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/08/occupation-unknown.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-5627822796420144160</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T08:47:34.188-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">star spangled banner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jimi hendrix</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woodstock</category><title>Jimi Hendrix And The Star Spangeled Banner!</title><description>This is from Woodstock 1969. Need I say more? Have a safe and happy holiday! Peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WCSS1Xy6kfE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WCSS1Xy6kfE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/275CYpd3juk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/275CYpd3juk/jimi-hendrix-and-star-spangeled-banner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/07/jimi-hendrix-and-star-spangeled-banner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-2687847994796639724</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-26T10:16:58.776-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grace Kelly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">polka</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Buddy Guy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Itsy Bitsy Yellow Polka Dot Bikini</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tidley winks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">101 Dalmations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob Dylan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brian Hyland</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jackie O</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">50's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">60's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dominos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">polka dots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lucile Ball</category><title>I See Spots! Or Is It Dots?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TCYEQKMa3-I/AAAAAAAAATg/nwoGg3xvOso/s1600/Bob%2BDylan%2BAll%2BI%2Bcan%2Bdo%2Bis%2Bbe%2Bme%2Bwhoever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TCYEQKMa3-I/AAAAAAAAATg/nwoGg3xvOso/s320/Bob%2BDylan%2BAll%2BI%2Bcan%2Bdo%2Bis%2Bbe%2Bme%2Bwhoever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dots were the craze in the 1950's and 60's. Even Bob Dylan loved polka dot shirts! &lt;br /&gt;
But, where did the name polka dot come from? Believe it or not, it is&amp;nbsp;thought that the name came from the dance, the Polka. No one really knows why, but maybe it's because you dance around in circles. Do you think that people who polka wear polka dot outfits?&lt;br /&gt;
At any rate, the world went "dotty" back in the 50's and 60's. Buddy Guy plays a signature Fender that is black with cream dots. I bet you remember the song, "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini",&lt;br /&gt;
by Brian Hyland. It was a hit and made the dots even more popular.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TCYG7xKAGRI/AAAAAAAAATo/2jkegNNsYSM/s1600/512_10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TCYG7xKAGRI/AAAAAAAAATo/2jkegNNsYSM/s320/512_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marilyn Monroe and Lucille Ball wore polka dot dresses. Jackie O and Grace Kelly wore them too. It's very tricky though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How&amp;nbsp;can you &amp;nbsp;wear polka dots and not look like a clown?&lt;br /&gt;
Other than the fashion world, there were dots galore. There were kitchen items, games like dominos and tidley winks, and the movie 101 Dalmations, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;
Believe it or not, I had an aunt named Dottie. I just loved saying aunt Dottie. I&amp;nbsp;didn't really know if&amp;nbsp;it was her real name, but thought she was lucky to have it.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/xsdOVReA-Bk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/xsdOVReA-Bk/i-see-spots-or-is-it-dots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TCYEQKMa3-I/AAAAAAAAATg/nwoGg3xvOso/s72-c/Bob%2BDylan%2BAll%2BI%2Bcan%2Bdo%2Bis%2Bbe%2Bme%2Bwhoever.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-see-spots-or-is-it-dots.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-5886802317808674485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-08T10:47:34.785-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tranisitor radio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cold War</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bell Telephone Labs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ed Tudor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">African American</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">USSR</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FM</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bomb shelter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Walter Brahaun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">transistor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rock and roll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Regency TR-1</category><title>See It, Hear It, Get It!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TA5LeNEs6xI/AAAAAAAAATY/YtaaXbElAzs/s1600/JRPies_TR-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TA5LeNEs6xI/AAAAAAAAATY/YtaaXbElAzs/s320/JRPies_TR-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I bet this brings back some memories! Remember&lt;br /&gt;
falling asleep with that earplug dangling out of your ear listening to rock and roll &amp;nbsp;under the covers?&lt;br /&gt;
The Regency TR-1 was the first commercially sold transistor radio. It was designed and manufactured in the United States. For just one year in 1954, about 100,000 were sold for $49.95. That was alot of money back then, but that radio was a must have.&lt;br /&gt;
The transistor was invented years earlier at Bell Telephone Labs but the non-military application was limited to the hearing aid market. So, in 1954, the sweet innovative radio, the first of it's kind hit the streets.&lt;br /&gt;
This little radio could fit in your pocket and how cool it was to ride your bike and listen to tunes. This invention was a significant achievment since it included a high fidelity, high volume speaker and a single battery supply! Designed for AM broadcasts only as FM was not in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;
The four colors, black, cloud grey, mandarian red and ivory were the standard colors. For a little more money, you could get the pearlescent colors like lavender, pearl, white, turquoise, shell pink and lime. The optional earphone was an extra $7.50, but we all know we had to have that.&lt;br /&gt;
Regency president, Ed Tuder had a market stategy for these radios. He figured that wilth the cold war going on and the fear of a nuclear attack (the bomb) from the USSR, these transistor radios were going to be an essential life survival item. I suppose you could get a good signal while sitting in your bomb shelter.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think we stuck that earplug in our ears to hear the news of the bomb. We just wanted our rock and roll. We became "transistorized." We could play our music and our parents couldn't even hear it!&lt;br /&gt;
Walter Brahaun, the co-inventor of the transistor, complained that his only regret was that it stimulated rock and roll.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/IGJZZA69GRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/IGJZZA69GRo/see-it-hear-it-get-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/TA5LeNEs6xI/AAAAAAAAATY/YtaaXbElAzs/s72-c/JRPies_TR-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/06/see-it-hear-it-get-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-199352877989219983</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-23T09:53:09.946-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Potato Head</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toy companies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hasbro</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plastic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mrs. Potato Head</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1950's. 1960's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">George Lerner</category><title>Go Ahead, Play With Your Food!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S_krcqZVQ3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/jqPdaBbR_-0/s1600/3ER03CA159VMRCAR0B20LCA4IP55GCADZQRQ9CAEMPU8CCANI4T3ACAZZHDXGCAUJ95THCAMKA6ECCABO61DFCAKMNP7CCAWCEM7ICAOUESMJCASGMB89CA7C35ZJCAPSKYSYCAPHWWCRCAV9CVLR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S_krcqZVQ3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/jqPdaBbR_-0/s200/3ER03CA159VMRCAR0B20LCA4IP55GCADZQRQ9CAEMPU8CCANI4T3ACAZZHDXGCAUJ95THCAMKA6ECCABO61DFCAKMNP7CCAWCEM7ICAOUESMJCASGMB89CA7C35ZJCAPSKYSYCAPHWWCRCAV9CVLR.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In 1949, George Lerner invented Mr. Potato&amp;nbsp;Head and Hasbro distributed the&lt;br /&gt;
toy. Originally, it was produced as plastic parts to be stuck&amp;nbsp;into a real potato.&lt;br /&gt;
Lerner would take potatoes from his mothers garden, used other fruits and vegetables&amp;nbsp;as facial features and make dolls for his sisters to play with.&lt;br /&gt;
His toy idea was controversial with the war and food rationing fresh in the minds of Americans. The toy was considered wasteful and irresponsible. So, the toy companies rejected Lerner's idea.&lt;br /&gt;
Later, George sold the toy to a cereal company who planned to use the pieces as a giveaway in cereal boxes.&amp;nbsp;As luck would have it, a toy company, later to be Hasbro bought Mr. Potato Head from the cereal company. This is the start of one of America's greatest toy stories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
In 1952, you could by the 30 piece set for under&amp;nbsp;one dollar! Imagine that! Mother's were facing a loosing battle. Every kid poked holes and made funny faces in every piece of produce&amp;nbsp; imaginable. X Box? Nintendo? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, in 1953, Mr. Potato Head found the love of his life! Mrs. Potato Head was introduced to the world and they had "eyes" for each other at first sight. They became the envy of vegetables everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;
The change came, though in the 1960's. Mr. Potato Head became Mr. plastic&amp;nbsp;Potato Head. Government regulations forced Hasbro to round off the points in the face pieces&amp;nbsp;and they just didn't puncture food very well after that. ( I want my &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Jarts&lt;/span&gt; back, too!)&amp;nbsp; So, now a kid could only put the pieces in predetermined places in the plastic head.&amp;nbsp;Goodbye&amp;nbsp;creativity, hello plastic. At any rate, the line expanded into all sorts of characters, became the first toy advertised on TV and the kids didn't mind. Either did Hasbro.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I bet you remember Fizzies! Dropping a tablet into water and watching it fizz was so cool. Better yet, I bet you put them on your tongue and let them fizz away. Your mouth got all foamy and your mother freaked out and told you your stomach would explode. Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
The Emerson Drug Company who made Bromo-Seltzer, wanted to create a tablet that when added to water, would create a soda pop drink. The chemist, Lem Billings invented the idea in 1950 and name it Fizzies. At first though, they were only &lt;br /&gt;
marketed locally.&lt;br /&gt;
In 1962, the Emerson Drug Comapny was bought by Warner Lambert and they took Fizzies national. In 1968, the sales volume of Fizzies more than doubled that of Kool-Aid.&lt;br /&gt;
I bet you had a favorite flavor. There was strawberry, root beer, grape, orange, lemon lime, cherry, and sometimes cola.&lt;br /&gt;
The formula for these little drink tablets changed because the artificial sweetner being used was banned by the FDA. Go figure. Cyclamates were linked to cancer. The last pack rolled off the line in 1969.&lt;br /&gt;
In the mid 1990's, Fizzies made a short comeback and was marketed as an&amp;nbsp;"Instant Sparkling Drink."&lt;br /&gt;
Nutra Sweet was used and the tablets only had 10 calories, vitamin C enriched, and great in milk.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;
Fizzies are being made today, once again. Sucralose, a natural derivative of sugar is being used as the &lt;br /&gt;
sweetner. By the way, the Jones Soda Company has come out with their version of a Fizzie called Jones Soda Candy. &lt;br /&gt;
I say, by a box of fizzies and put a tablet or two on your tongue, and let your kids or grandkids know what being a baby boomer is all about!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/cKq2FWwi9Mw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/cKq2FWwi9Mw/its-fizzie-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S9QznEl4kRI/AAAAAAAAATA/jU7wFbk3n8M/s72-c/1960_ad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-fizzie-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-5971964719662678228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T10:50:35.194-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">James Brown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">African-American</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Beatles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ed Sullivan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harry Belafonte</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Topo Gigio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Elvis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Supremes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pearl Baily</category><title>The Toast Of The Town</title><description>I bet you remember the Ed Sullivan Show.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S75sb9cKL7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nHdf2G1doSA/s1600/ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S75sb9cKL7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nHdf2G1doSA/s200/ed.jpg" width="108" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It ran from 1948-1971. Every Sunday night, &lt;br /&gt;
it was a ritual. Who would be on next? The whole world was in your living room. There&lt;br /&gt;
were opera singers, ballet dancers, circus acts, popular artists, comedians, and much much more. &lt;br /&gt;
Other than the guests, there was that little Italian mouse, Topo Gigio. How can anyone forget him? The Ed Sullivan Show was the first exposure for foreign performers to the American public.&lt;br /&gt;
What a ritual that show was for American families gathered around he television screen.&lt;br /&gt;
We had loads of snacks and just waited for the show to air.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember watching Elvis for the first time. I sat there with a mouth full of unchewed and unswallowed popcorn fixated to the TV screen. I don't think I even said one word. I was either in shock or in love.&lt;br /&gt;
At first, Ed Sullivan vowed never to have Elvis on his show. He didn't want to have him in front of a family audience. He changed his mind, though, realizing his ratings would go down. But even then, he only wanted Elvis to be shown from the waist up. That didn't happen, as his gyrating body was shown as big as life. I couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;
In 1964, I got to see the Beatles for the first time. The audience were hysterical screaming teenagers. That show was thought to have 73 million viewers.&lt;br /&gt;
Ed really had it together. There were very few opportunities for African-American performers on national television at that time. He was the champion of black talent and launched many careers by presenting them to national TV. There was no bigotry on that show and we got to see great singers. Some of them were the Supremes, Pearl Baily, Harry Belafonte, James Brown and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;
There isn't any show today that compares. Thank you&amp;nbsp; Ed! And now, right here on our stage, it's a really big shoe!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/2HWcqzi0NJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/2HWcqzi0NJk/toast-of-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S75sb9cKL7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nHdf2G1doSA/s72-c/ed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/04/toast-of-town.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-2699859973847474199</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-03T09:54:58.802-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Easter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gene Autry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peter cottontail</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">basket</category><title>Peter Cottontail</title><description>&amp;nbsp;I bet you remember this one! Your mother probably sang it to you. I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter!&lt;br /&gt;
If you don't celebrate Easter, then have a beautiful spring day! And my words of wisdom for today are: Don't put all of your eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ten years later, Segar needed a sailor to help Castor pilot his ship. Popeye made his debut January 17,1929. An odd shaped sailor man with one squinty eye and a pipe in his mouth, Popeye had huge forearms with tattoos of anchors. He was a true hero winning over the villian.&lt;br /&gt;
Bluto is your typical school yard bully from everyone's childhood. He always pushes Popeye to the brink and thanks to his can of spinach, Popeye is transformed into someone with powers. He is a forerunner to a superhero such as Superman.&lt;br /&gt;
Olive Oyl, the woman of&amp;nbsp; Popeye's dreams&amp;nbsp;is just as odd looking as him. She is shaped like a bean pole with a nose like pickle and big clod hopper shoes. These two, so unusual in their appearance made them much more appealing to their fans. Their romantic exploits were unglamourous, but we embraced them.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember Wimpy who was obsessed with hamburgers and Swee'Pea, Popeye's adopted son?&amp;nbsp; This comic strip was so popular over the years, that we were able to see cartoons, comic books, commercials and movies.&lt;br /&gt;
Chester, Illinois, Segars hometown is the spinach capital of the world. The cartoon was very good for the spinach industry. I remember trying to choke down canned spinach just to see if it would work for me. Chester is home to Allen Canning which markets the Popeye brand spinach.&lt;br /&gt;
On the weekend after Labor Day, the Popeye picnic is held in the town. Fans from all over the globe attend.&lt;br /&gt;
I just might think about going this year since it's a day trip for me. So, enjoy the cartoon, I'm going to make myself a spinach salad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BkUXUKU8OQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BkUXUKU8OQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/oimGvzw07jk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/oimGvzw07jk/im-strong-to-finish-cause-i-eats-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S6YzIklFB4I/AAAAAAAAASg/crbZHVg9VQk/s72-c/69X76CAU3Y26JCAJU9QY4CAXU65BHCASNIZ9XCAMWSGJ5CADYDAYUCA0N1UH8CAS754VDCANJPRX1CAFE89CUCABR9YQPCA4XMBUECA30D8KTCAKX7YTQCA183GN2CAWP57GLCASOU9F3CACMTMSP.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-strong-to-finish-cause-i-eats-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-2875345046984953676</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T13:33:20.805-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">third trimester</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sixty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">60</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby boomer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bowling Green</category><title>This Boomer Turned 60!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S22OMKLflNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7675a4FsIfU/s1600-h/60Birthday+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S22OMKLflNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7675a4FsIfU/s320/60Birthday+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe it! Well, neither can I.&amp;nbsp; I must say, I was a bit apprehensive about this day. When our parents were sixty, they were old, for sure.We measure events on this planet by minutes, hours, days, months and years. It's quite restrictive, you know. I like to think of being 60 as a third trimester of pregnancy. That makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;
At any rate, I had a great day! I cruised around my old stomping ground, Bowling Green. I visited old friends, the shops and of course the bars. There was a surprise around every corner. The best thing was, I documented the whole day with my camera and journal. If I loose my mind someday, then at least I can look at the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
So, my words of wisdom to you are, "Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!"&lt;br /&gt;
Sixty and lovin' it!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/cf-BDgvkKaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/cf-BDgvkKaM/this-boomer-turned-60.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S22OMKLflNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7675a4FsIfU/s72-c/60Birthday+026.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-boomer-turned-60.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-3808020454762704751</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T13:29:35.508-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life lessons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ex-Lax</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">1950's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memory bank</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dr. Spock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">DNA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby boomer generation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Father Knows Best</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tattle tale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">immortal</category><title>If I Had A Nickel For Everyone Of Them, I'd Be Rich!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S18tLln29QI/AAAAAAAAASI/s2VW48Q9I_k/s1600-h/family1950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S18tLln29QI/AAAAAAAAASI/s2VW48Q9I_k/s320/family1950.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I'm talking widom here. You know, those immortal sayings that taught us valuable life lessons? Words of wisdom passed&amp;nbsp;down through the generations to you. And I bet you caught yourself saying the same things to your kids. " Just wait 'till your father comes home" or "Go ask your mother."&lt;br /&gt;
I'm wondering if through the years, some of these sayings have changed because our world has. For example, "You better eat everything on your plate. There are starving children in Korea." Do parents now say the same things to their kids except change Korea to Africa?&lt;br /&gt;
I suspect these quirkey expressions become part of our DNA and then one day, these valuable words just automatically leave our lips to be passed on to some unsuspecting child. I have made a short list of some from my memory bank. I am sure you will recognize&amp;nbsp;many of them. So, I am asking you, in your comments to share some of what you remember.&amp;nbsp; Why? Because I said so!&lt;br /&gt;
"You made your bed, now lie in it."&lt;br /&gt;
"Smooth move Ex-Lax!"&lt;br /&gt;
"If the shoe fits, wear it."&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't kiss the boys or you will get pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;
"If I have to stop this car...."&lt;br /&gt;
"Were you born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Two wrongs don't make a right."&lt;br /&gt;
"If they jumped off the bridge, you would too."&lt;br /&gt;
"Children should be seen and not heard."&amp;nbsp; (would Dr. Spock object to this?)&lt;br /&gt;
"If you had another brain it would be lonesome."&lt;br /&gt;
"You're so far back in the woods you can't see the trees."&lt;br /&gt;
"This too shall pass."&lt;br /&gt;
"Waste not want not."&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't be a tattle tail."&lt;br /&gt;
"Close the door, I don't pay good money to heat the outdoors."&lt;br /&gt;
"Either in or out."&lt;br /&gt;
"Money doesn't grow on trees."&lt;br /&gt;
"If you cross your eyes they will stay that way."&lt;br /&gt;
"Wear clean underware in case you have to go to the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;
"Be home before the street lights come on."&lt;br /&gt;
"If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all."&lt;br /&gt;
"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach."&lt;br /&gt;
"You would loose your head if it wasn't attached."&lt;br /&gt;
"Don't take any wooden nickels."&lt;br /&gt;
OK,&amp;nbsp; you're it, now it's your turn.....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/ObVzERPqbww" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/ObVzERPqbww/if-i-had-nickel-for-everyone-of-them-id.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S18tLln29QI/AAAAAAAAASI/s2VW48Q9I_k/s72-c/family1950.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-had-nickel-for-everyone-of-them-id.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-6715455729408901825</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T14:41:45.629-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Roy Park</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Durkee Bread Company</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Duncan HInes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures in Good Eating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bowling Green Kentucky</category><title>Duncan Hines..The Man And His Mixes</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S0jTNVCbhYI/AAAAAAAAARw/tfFihOjTSuM/s1600-h/DuncanHines+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S0jTNVCbhYI/AAAAAAAAARw/tfFihOjTSuM/s320/DuncanHines+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;This is such a great picture. Imagine that! A man actually standing by a stove in the fifties&amp;nbsp;and not the barbeque grill. This&amp;nbsp;is the cover of a cookbook advertising the Estate range. Why, it's none other than&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Duncan Hines!&lt;br /&gt;
Duncan Hines was born in Bowling Green Kentucky in 1880. He was a traveling salesman. During his travels in 1935, he had eaten alot of good and bad food on the road. "I run less risk driving my way across country than eating my way across." During this time, there were no interstate highway systems and only a few chain restaurants in the populated areas, so good food for travelers was found in the local restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;
Hines and his wife began putting together lists for their friends of good restaurants across the country. These lists resulted in a paperback book called, "Adventures in Good Eating." It was a must have for any traveler. This book was so popular, that another one was written called, "Lodging For The Night."&lt;br /&gt;
In 1952 Duncan Hines introduced bread through the Durkee Baking Company. This was his first step to baked goods mixes. Hines sold the rights to use his name and the title of his book to Roy Park which then was transformed into Hines Park Foods. This was the license to many food related businesses that bore the Duncan Hines name.&lt;br /&gt;
In case you are interested, there is a museum in Bowling Green Kentucky honoring Duncan Hines:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.duncanhinesmuseum.com/"&gt;http://www.duncanhinesmuseum.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Whipped cream has it's place, ripe olives have theirs. Pickles are nice, but let's be reasonable."&lt;br /&gt;
"Have you ever tried a few drops of worcestershire sauce on bacon before broiling? It does things to it!"&lt;br /&gt;
If you would like to read the story of the man and his mixes, click the link below. Otherwise, let's bake a cake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0865547734?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=iamababo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0865547734"&gt;Duncan Hines: The Man Behind the Cake Mix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=iamababo-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0865547734" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/nc6srlZyDqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/nc6srlZyDqM/duncan-hinesthe-man-and-his-mixes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/S0jTNVCbhYI/AAAAAAAAARw/tfFihOjTSuM/s72-c/DuncanHines+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/duncan-hinesthe-man-and-his-mixes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-5868871430247875194</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T14:30:21.030-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Crosley Shelvador Refridgerator</category><title>Enjoy Better Living With Your Crosley Shelvador Refridgerator!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sz5KjIWr8AI/AAAAAAAAARo/9yTHl7M2nqk/s1600-h/Fridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sz5KjIWr8AI/AAAAAAAAARo/9yTHl7M2nqk/s320/Fridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Now that you own the beautiful new 1951 Shelvador, you are going to find that your food will keep better and meals will be so much easier to prepare. For those special occasions, when there are going to be guests for dinner, luncheon, or supper, it will be much less tiring than it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;
You'll&amp;nbsp; be surprised at how much food you can store in this new refridgerator. So many things can be kept on the shelves in reach, in sight! And there is plenty of room for frozen foods too. You can shop ahead and save money and shopping time. You will be able to serve more healthful and nutritious foods with your wonderful new Crosley Shelvador!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/fg_npaE2XKo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/fg_npaE2XKo/enjoy-better-living-with-your-crosley.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sz5KjIWr8AI/AAAAAAAAARo/9yTHl7M2nqk/s72-c/Fridge.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2010/01/enjoy-better-living-with-your-crosley.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-5183695985401933670</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-17T11:35:25.573-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winchester</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">throat scratch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pall mall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">santa claus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">colt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">smith-corona</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vintage christams ads</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tuberculosis</category><title>Some Fun Vintage Christmas Ads</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypdIGUjbTI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wkr51jb0okA/s1600-h/winchester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypdIGUjbTI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wkr51jb0okA/s400/winchester.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243895583599922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sypc9PzlYLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Erii40QoMRk/s1600-h/santasmoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sypc9PzlYLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Erii40QoMRk/s400/santasmoke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243709151109298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sypcx7tM0dI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sZ0osfXjs3w/s1600-h/typewriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/Sypcx7tM0dI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sZ0osfXjs3w/s400/typewriter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243514777063890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypcjOT42GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/laEizh4K9Gc/s1600-h/TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypcjOT42GI/AAAAAAAAAQs/laEizh4K9Gc/s400/TB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243262073133154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypcYmTHkFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-Vaj7OUnhFQ/s1600-h/colt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypcYmTHkFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-Vaj7OUnhFQ/s400/colt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416243079533793362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/o_6hJOwbiNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/o_6hJOwbiNY/some-fun-vintage-christmas-ads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SypdIGUjbTI/AAAAAAAAARE/Wkr51jb0okA/s72-c/winchester.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-fun-vintage-christmas-ads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-7751185903749036907</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T11:10:37.695-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homeland secutity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">santa claus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Santa Should Be Head Of Homeland Security</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SyO_lXlTdoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/n0XzU9H0lJE/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SyO_lXlTdoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/n0XzU9H0lJE/s400/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414381825736013442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a repost. It is a perfect time to bring this post back.&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out, you better not cry, Santa Claus is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;(quell the masses)&lt;br /&gt;I feel Santa is the perfect choice for head of homeland security.&lt;br /&gt;(he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake.)&lt;br /&gt;He know what you are doing at all times.&lt;br /&gt;(he knows when you've been bad or good)&lt;br /&gt;So, we'd better be good, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. That guy can enter a house without anyone knowing at all and not leave a trace except bearing gifts, if he chooses to, or eating your cookies.&lt;br /&gt;He can get from one place to another in no time and circle the globe in 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Kids and people worship him like a God and he is know universally.&lt;br /&gt;No one, I say no one, is going to cross that man for fear of the consequences, especially on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, the president should seriously give Mr. Claus consideration when making the next choice for head of homeland security. &lt;br /&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/eeeo0LNsLDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/eeeo0LNsLDg/santa-should-be-head-of-homeland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SyO_lXlTdoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/n0XzU9H0lJE/s72-c/santa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-should-be-head-of-homeland.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-599037082196854663</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T10:22:28.047-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Beach boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Beatles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maharishi Mahesh Yogi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">transcendental meditation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mia Farrow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donavan</category><title>Stop..Be Still..Listen To your Inner Voice</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SxQ4xbVFC3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7k8gHzgKx-g/s1600/rishikesh_sitting_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SxQ4xbVFC3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7k8gHzgKx-g/s400/rishikesh_sitting_group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410011474179722098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in the sixties, everyone was talking about transcendental meditation?&lt;br /&gt;It was hip and cool! It was conscious relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Maharishi Mahesh Yogi helped bring the Eastern influence to Western rockers. The Beatles took off to India to learn transcendental meditation (TM), but they came back dissatisfied. I personally think meditation couldn't help the issues they had. That feeling of being dissatisfied came out in their song, "Every body's Got Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey." &lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it that "Sexy Sadie" was written about the Maharishi making passes at Mia Farrow. I truly don't want to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach Boys and Donavon among many others were also taught. By the 1970's, some five million people were practicing transcendental meditation.&lt;br /&gt;Have you always wanted to learn how? Well, I got just the ticket for you! &lt;br /&gt;You can meditate like a zen monk using these powerful Cd's!&lt;br /&gt;How do I know? Because I use this program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meditationprogram.com/?afl=63631"&gt;CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT MORE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohhhmmmm.....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/Cl2CF0nGugU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/Cl2CF0nGugU/stopbe-stilllisten-to-your-inner-voice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SxQ4xbVFC3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7k8gHzgKx-g/s72-c/rishikesh_sitting_group.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/stopbe-stilllisten-to-your-inner-voice.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-2591514322602677068</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T15:53:22.095-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the chipmonk song</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sheb Wooley</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">witch doctor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aliens</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">one eyed one horn flying purple people eater</category><title>The Aliens Landed! It's a One Eyed One Horned Flying Purple People Eater!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SxA4Njt8mCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FRCjPrKVaO0/s1600/record.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SxA4Njt8mCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FRCjPrKVaO0/s400/record.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408884958049376290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you remember this one! It hit the Billboard pop charts in 1958. It was performed and sung by Sheb Wooley. &lt;br /&gt;"The Purple People Eater" is about a wierd looking alien who comes down to earth because it wants to be in a rock and roll band. The song was written in an hour based on a joke told by the child of a friend. This monster wasn't purple, but it eats purple people instead.&lt;br /&gt;The voice on the record was sped up in the recording, sounding like the "The Chipmonk Song" and "the Witch Doctor", which were both songs of those times. &lt;br /&gt;Once you start singing this song, it's going to be in your head all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;It had the one long horn, one big eye&lt;br /&gt;I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee"&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a purple eater to me&lt;br /&gt;It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;(One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater)&lt;br /&gt;A one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;Sure looks strange to me (One eye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he came down to earth and he lit in a tree&lt;br /&gt;I said Mr. Purple People Eater, don't eat me&lt;br /&gt;I heard him say in a voice so gruff&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't eat you cuz you're so tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;One-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;Sure looks strange to me (One horn?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what's your line&lt;br /&gt;He said it's eatin' purple people and it sure is fine&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the reason that I came to land&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;(We wear short shorts)&lt;br /&gt;Flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;Sure looks strange to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he swung from the tree and he lit on the ground&lt;br /&gt;He started to rock, really rockin' around&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy ditty with a swingin' tune&lt;br /&gt;Sing a boop boop aboopa lopa lum bam boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater&lt;br /&gt;I like short shorts&lt;br /&gt;Flyin' little people eater&lt;br /&gt;Sure looks strange to me (Purple People?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went on his way, and then what do ya know&lt;br /&gt;I saw him last night on a TV show&lt;br /&gt;He was blowing it out, a'really knockin' em dead&lt;br /&gt;Playin' rock and roll music through the horn in his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Clarinet solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/bqSwd9wQehg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/bqSwd9wQehg/aliens-landed-its-one-eyed-one-horned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SxA4Njt8mCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FRCjPrKVaO0/s72-c/record.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/aliens-landed-its-one-eyed-one-horned.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-254963782655052044</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T10:09:05.243-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frankfurturs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight watchers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vintage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby boomer generation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cookbooks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thanksgiving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crown roast</category><title>Crown Roast Of Frankfurters</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvbZLw5uvII/AAAAAAAAAP4/XaBivX-Err8/s1600-h/crownoffranks+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvbZLw5uvII/AAAAAAAAAP4/XaBivX-Err8/s400/crownoffranks+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401743599206317186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect cookbooks. I have many that are vintage that I buy just for the pictures. Last night, while looking through a case of old weight watchers recipe cards, I ran across this one. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't stop. I just had to share it with you. It's a perfect weight watchers recipe because no one would ever eat it. Can you imagine being a kid and your mom made this for supper? What would the husband say? Would they love it and think it was cool? Or, would they pretend to love it so they wouldn't hurt mom's feelings? What a culinary horror! I realized that the whole baby boomer generation could have easily been wiped out because of two things. One, the food and two, the X-ray machines in my previous post. It's all very hard to swallow. Literally. I was just wondering what this would look like on the Thanksgiving table instead of the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvbcDMQ9JBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J2tZP_oSeso/s1600-h/franksRecipe+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvbcDMQ9JBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J2tZP_oSeso/s400/franksRecipe+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401746750467548178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/veU00qpaXwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/veU00qpaXwA/crown-roast-of-frankfurters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvbZLw5uvII/AAAAAAAAAP4/XaBivX-Err8/s72-c/crownoffranks+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/crown-roast-of-frankfurters.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163426791486061330.post-1774678751981144859</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T09:24:31.726-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Red Ball Jets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Xray machine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">radiation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fluoroscope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoe store</category><title>Let's Go To The Shoe Store! I Want To Look At The Bones In My Feet!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvV-US1gNsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Rp1Gsaqb7aU/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvV-US1gNsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Rp1Gsaqb7aU/s400/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401362215219508930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are on the subject of shoes, in order to get the proper fit for your Red Ball Jets, it was necessary to stick your feet in the X-ray machine. How cool was that? It was better than an all day sucker and bubble gum! Sticking your feet in the machine, looking at the yellow greenish images of your bones, and wiggling your toes!&lt;br /&gt;These machines were call fluoroscopes. They were on the cutting edge of technology. What a perfect way for the shoe salesman to give kids the best fit. According to one manufacturer, "The machine proved to be a valuable ally of the retailer. It enabled him to demonstrate the correctness of his fit and impress his customers."&lt;br /&gt;These devices were in the stores from the 1930's and well into the late 1950's, which were the peak of popularity. At least 10,000 stores in the United States had them.&lt;br /&gt;Then the concerns of radiation grew. Some of the boxes were not tight and radiation leaked out into the surrounding area. What about our feet? Good grief!&lt;br /&gt;In 1957, Pennsylvania was the first state to ban these machines. By the mid 1960's, they were history.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~4/PxduClIyasU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/igzz/~3/PxduClIyasU/lets-go-to-shoe-store-i-want-to-look-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Joyce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PkfT3w3Rqbs/SvV-US1gNsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Rp1Gsaqb7aU/s72-c/shoe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://boomerbabyboomer.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-go-to-shoe-store-i-want-to-look-at.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
