amylsacks' photos

(L) Yeah, you could get "petals" to look like that using only diluted cream cheese and a spoon. By the way, Kraft has enclosed a coupon good for 50 cents off your next purchase of swampland in South Jersey. (R) That clam dip might not be bad, though the seasonings are pretty intense for the time period. Probably that was a snack you only brought out in the small hours for the serious partygoers, long after the kids were safely in bed.

The Residents are throwing a luncheon, and you're invited! (L) Front and back covers, plus (R) first two pages of a promo published by Kraft.

"Oh, Darling, with the children away at camp, I feel so... so..." "You mean...?" "Yes! We should purchase some... FOREIGN cheese to go with our beer!"

Front cover of a 4 page how-to published by Emu Wools Ltd., London, England

I really, really wish that they'd avoided using the word "toss" in conjunction with this recipe. [cringe]

Fashion a chic foil corset for your turkey! All the cool families are doing it! One side of a fold-out published by Alcoa Aluminum.

Sent May 21st, to Radio W7BDU in Oregon from Ostrava, Czechoslovakia. (Shown slightly larger than actual size.)

I had no idea that the stuff we called "Bug Juice" at Summer camp had such a distinguished pedigree. From the May issue of Family Circle magazine.

"...Many of the berries from this plantation are sent to the two nearby Ocean Spray canning plants where they are made into delicious jelly, sauce, cranberry juice cocktails, and a thousand other concoctions that were dreamed up to tickle the palates of those who really appreciate delicious tasting food. Others go directly to market as fresh berries under the Eatmor label... "Until I see you again, 'So long.'"

"...Like other projects that ever amounted to anything, the cranberry industry has provided many headaches to those interested in it. Scientific research, much of which has been conducted right here, has produced amazing advances and far better types of fruit. Say, some of the berries I saw were as big as marbles..."

"...People have come from all over the United States and from several foreign countries just to ride the Edaville [train]. Everyone of them was as pleasantly surprised as I to learn of the many other treats that were in store for them. In the autumn season they get a firsthand look-see at cranberry harvesting which, I understand, is one of the most colorful events in agriculture. Most harvest hands are natives of the Cape Verde Islands... Put thirty or forty of them in them in a bog which at that time of year has turned a pretty red, stack a few boxes of berries near them and you have a carnival of color that's hard to beat." Well, sort of. :/

So... the "waiting room" is a parking lot. Okay. "...The cranberry game does have its exciting moments, though, for it provides an element of suspense seldom found in other agricultural pursuits..." It does look exciting, doesn't it?

"Ever taste a cranberry frappe? What? You haven't? Well, let me tell you, you've really missed something in life. I know because I just smacked my lips over one and can truthfully testify that it's about the tastiest concoction that ever slid over my palate..."

Front of a postcard-sized, 20-page "letter-booklet" promoting a cranberry farm and "Home of the World's Smallest Railroad." Published by Richard Bennett Talcott of Boston, Massachusetts.

"Just why Momma cat and her two cute kittens chose to have themselves photographed in an upset basket of ear corn on this month's cover is is their secret, or rather the photographer's, Bob Taylor. However, they surely are cute. They belong to Miss Janice French, of Cordell, Oklahoma, in whose back yard the picture was shot." From the October issue.

"Until adulthood when booze becomes a staple, sugar is the natural substitute for parental love." -- Dr. Clayton Forrester, Mystery Science Theater 3000

Yes, the best time to watch the prize fights is when the men have all gone shopping. You can just relax and be yourself!

Oh, for the days when we baked cakes with the oven door wide open, and ate frosting right from the bowl! Back when you were still Elvis' stunt double. Remember, Dear? From the April 1956 issue of Household magazine.