Brands of 1964: Where Are the Foods of Yesteryear? They’re Still Here!

I was born in 1964. But all of this smacks of baby boomer nostalgia.

Posted by Eric Blair at March 19, 2014 2:43 PM

So? What? (An effective if underutilized phrase in today's America.)

I think it has a lot more legs than mere nostaligia and many are visible and palpable to some brief reflection. But at the same time I don't want to just draw my own conclusions with my writing on the wall.

The historic notes were not off hand or random. Just as the Faulkner quote was not happenstance.

I'm trying to be a bit more allusive than discursive.

And I assure you there is NOTHING NOSTALGIC about Sanka, Tang, and other sawdust forms of packaged foods.

On the other hand, the Baby Boomers got many, many things wrong in their trek through the nation. One of the things we got very very right was changing the food scene for the better.

Posted by vanderleun at March 19, 2014 2:57 PM

This almost made me cry, remembering how ConAgra porked my favorite, glass jarred, Derby Tamales. AND, somehow, Tang survives. Go figure!?!

Probably because Tang cleans and revitamizes your dishwasher.

It really, really works!

Posted by MOTUS at March 19, 2014 3:58 PM

Graduated: Me

Posted by ed at March 19, 2014 4:54 PM

Gerard, Thanks for the nifty post on yesteryear. People have to be at a certain level of maturity to appreciate articles like this one.

Don't be bothered by punk kids with cheap shots. I find consolation in thinking that, indeed, their time will come. Well, those that make it that far along the road of life. It ain't for weaklings.

The first fifty years is the hardest. The second fifty don't last so long.

Posted by chasmatic at March 19, 2014 5:55 PM

Spacey Screwdriver: Tang & Vodka

Went to 3 different grocery store chains and STILL didn't find full size Shredded Wheats.

But this morning was chilly so I had me a stout bowl of Cream of Wheat with Karo all over the top of it. Mmmmmmmmmmmm...............

Us Gettysburgers put ketchup on our egg sandwiches.

Posted by ghostsniper at March 19, 2014 7:09 PM

Oh I'm not really that bothered by the remarks. In fact I guess I just have to be more, as I said, discursive. After all isn't the controlling quote here: "IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO SPEAK IN SUCH A WAY THAT YOU CANNOT BE MISUNDERSTOOD." -- KARL POPPER

It's my fault for being too off hand.

Posted by vanderleun at March 19, 2014 7:19 PM

This is your house, no fault whatsoever. Guests ought to show respect and be courteous.

Where I come from people lose teeth talking rude.

Posted by chasmatic at March 19, 2014 7:51 PM

'64 was a very good year. Oogled Carol Doda's "doodabs" at some dive in North Beach in San Francisco. Got to visit the Philippines and Vietnam courtesy of Uncle Sam. Learned some Tagalog in the bars of Olongapo. Learned to appreciate the Beatles, Elvis, and more while listening to the Perry de Guzman orchestra at Subic Bay, P.I. Learned that Vietnam was not a place where I wanted to live......or even visit.

All that but little memory of the food I ate. Well, I don't live to eat. Just the opposite.

Posted by Jimmy J. at March 19, 2014 8:28 PM

Lose teeth? Ah, heck, I ain't that tough.

"Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough"

Posted by vanderleun at March 19, 2014 10:59 PM

Quaker Oats and Aunt Jemimah survive. Racist?

Posted by A.Men at March 20, 2014 7:34 AM

OK, I give up. I recognize everything except the box with PRIME on it. What the heck is that? Can't even effectively google it.

Posted by drdave at March 20, 2014 7:43 AM

Prime is dog food. Moist chunks in clear packets.

See here:

Though the site is a parody.

Posted by tomw at March 26, 2014 10:16 AM