Here comes the Nostalgia Train again. I was feeling particularly melancholy last night, pining for things I can never have (my childhood, a chance to live in the south of France for a year, a simpler life), and I happened on some great memories. I figure some of you might have some stories or memories too, so I thought I’d post some pictures and get the fond recollections going.
Many a lunch — even into my adulthood — featured this delicacy.
I hated these! They set my teeth on edge. I have trouble even looking at them. *shudder*
Open the door, grab the bottle.
If you wanted one, you didn’t admit it.
We were rarely permitted to drink pop, and even less often allowed to drink from the bottle, but on the rare occasion…heavenly.
Yep, we had one.
Every single night of our childhood, 365 days a year. Make the iced tea, and put ice in the glasses. Then fill the ice trays so you could do it all again tomorrow night.
Every bathroom in our house had one.
Mother had one that sat on a sleigh-shaped candy dish.
The parents drank their coffee out of these every morning.
So, any memories come to your mind? I love the vintage stuff and the flood of good feelings that accompany it. Those were the days, my friend…