Let’s Just Say It’s Friday and Be Done With it!


Hello Dear Readers!  Welcome to National Slacker Day.  The national holiday I just made up!  And in observance of National Slacker Day I am rerunning a post that I wrote when it obviously wasn‘t National Slacker Day.  I hope you enjoy this sampling from the archives entitled:

How to Drink A Castor Oil Sandwich in 1949

I found this little 1949 booklet at the thrift store the other day.

Apparently, back in 1949, before Facebook was invented, people had to make friends with whomever (or whatever) they could scrape up.

Alright fine, but how hard up does a person have to be to count Pure Bicarbonate of Soda as one of their friends?

I’m talking to you people of 1949! What were you thinking making Bicarbonate of Soda your friend?  Hello?  . . . ok, fine don’t answer me.

I’ll make something up and say it’s true. That’s what you get for ignoring me!

Let’s start by pretending we live in 1949.  What else were you doing today anyway. (I mean besides pretending to be working).

As you know, the first thing to do when pretending anything is to rush over to Google and start asking a lot of unnecessary questions:

What was the cost of a first class stamp in 1949?   

Google says: $.03


Who was the President of the United States in 1949?

Google says: “Harry S. Truman”


Why did Newfoundland join the Canada Confederation?   

Google says: “You’re joking right?”

How do you write 1949 in Roman Numerals?  

Google says: “Get outta here kid, ya bother me.”

Well apparently Google got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. So let’s try to conjure up 1949 by using this picture from 1951 that I found in my baby book and subtracting 2 years from it in our minds.

Checking to see if limbs are operable
Me and Mom (I’m on the right)

As you can see from this picture of me and Mom, 1949 was rather bleak, stark and dark. On the upside, they did have doilies (one) and lamps (one) and a window (one).

And even though you don’t see any “friends” in this picture, I’ll bet you anything if you were to go into the kitchen, you would have found Mom’s besty, Pure Bicarbonate of Soda, relaxing on the kitchen shelf, at the ready for Mom should she suddenly need Dear ol’ Carby.

OK, now that our minds are firmly ensconced in 1949, let’s just pretend something came up, and we are going to need our new BFF, Dear ol’ Carby, to come to the rescue.

Let’s say we were in need of . . . oh I don’t know maybe a . . . CASTER OIL SANDWICH?

Apparently back in 1949, there was some weirdness going on. First, that a Caster Oil Sandwich was actually on any menu at all, and second, that  it was a sandwich  you were suppose to :“Drink while effervescing.” 

I don’t know about you, but I rarely effervesce when I drink sandwiches . . . but that’s just me.

What’s say we toddle back  over to Google, shall we?  And let’s ask Google why anybody would want to drink a Caster oil Sandwich:

Under what circumstances would someone drink a Caster oil Sandwich?

Google says: “Get outta here kid, you bother me!”

Fine be that way!

If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen with Dear ol’ Carby preparing a Caster oil Sandwich for our new besty, Goog.

Eww!

Until next time . . . I love you

37 thoughts on “Let’s Just Say It’s Friday and Be Done With it!

  1. I’ll have you know that during what I like to call “The Great Bean Misunderstanding” of my college days, bicarbonate of soda was the only true friend I could rely on. And everyone in all my classes was relying on good ol’ BS too.

  2. Isn’t Castor Oil is what you ate to abort an unwanted child in 1949? We will assume that your mom in the picture (on the right) did NOT eat Castor Oil sandwiches before birthing you (on the left).

  3. Yum! Every once in awhile I get a real hankering and thirst for a good old fashioned Castor Oil Sandwich. Then again, I also like to use Johnson’s Baby Oil for soups and salads. I guess I’m not getting enough of my daily oil intake?

    The picture of you and your mom is priceless. It’s the single doily that just about kills me. It really makes a statement. (It might be there in case someone starts spitting up their castor oil!)

    • Johnsons baby oil for soups and salads! LOL!! Lisa. And that room! Where were we, purgatory? I wouldn’t be surprised at all if there was some telltale castor oil stains on that doily. Ahahaha!

  4. I can understand this advice back then, but hindsight tells us to never trust bicarb of soda, I loaned my tub of bicarb £20 and it still hasn’t paid it back. This was 6 months ago.

    • Haha Mark! Well my mom always wanted me to be the life of the party, hence the lampshade. I was quite the skinny one but would light up at the push of a button. I was very good to read by, I hear tell. :D

  5. “Cow brand baking soda”….wow they had some marketing geniuses back then……I’ve got some 1951 photographs too….life was much simpler in black and white. The world went to the dogs after God invented color.

    Very entertaining post. Thank you.

    • LOL GOF! Apparently in 1947, anything cow related was Madison Avenue Magic! HA!

      That’s so funny that you should say that about God not inventing color yet because when my kids were little they actually thought the past was in black and white.

  6. Your Google skills need a bit of polishing my dear…. you need to pose the questions as an “If-then” proposition, e.g., “If I drank a Castor Oil sandwich, then what would I have?”, or some such…. Maybe it won’t be so grumpy for you then…. As for the sandwich itself, well, one probably shouldn’t credit the makers of BS with a lot of culinary expertise…. :-) Cute stuff, kiddo…. Oh, and your mom and my mom look like they could have been clones…. scary….

    • I knew it Ned!! We were separated at birth. Well I’m not surprised because we do look just alike . . . Okay maybe not exactly alike but I do think that we both like to wear our hair in ponytails. As far as I can tell from your picture anyway.

      I like your suggestion on how to google more effectively. And it probably would be a good idea to be on friendly terms with “The Goog” as it is serves as my main memory at this point in life. . . sigh . . . Hope all is well over there at your place Ned. I think the last time I read you were just getting your internet connection! Happy Day! Hope everything else got straightened out too.

      • Well, I do wear a pony tail most of the time, so your cloning theory is a definite possibility… I’ll find a pic of my mom soon, scan it in, and show you how close the resemblance is… it’s kind of eerie…. Yes, I did get my internet at home, which is why I’m now able to come over to comment now and then… it’s such a relief, I’m convinced that internet service should now be considered a public utility, and should be universally accessible by all citizens… Viva la raza!… :-) As for the rest, I’m still in limbo, but hopeful….

        • Isn’t that something that your mom looks like my mom? I hope you will scan in that picture. I would love to see it!

          I’m happy for you that you finally got your internet! It’s a horrible feeling not be connected. Yesterday I went to the store and forgot my phone. I actually thought, what if something happened to me. Nobody would know where I was! LOL! How quickly we adapt to and become dependent upon our new technological lives! :D

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