Remember Saratoga Vichy Water? Well, they also made Saratoga Ginger Ale! Of course, everyone had the Vichy water. My mother had it for every “adult” party. Each time there was a spill, it was “Grab the Vichy water!!” Not gonna lie, we usually had Canada Dry Ginger Ale. I resurrected this bottle from the Round Lake Antique Fest and thought I’d put the little sister of Vichy in the spotlight. What is Vichy water, anyway?
After ripping the plastic strip off the can, removing the aluminum disk from the end, I would hold that can for a few seconds then wait for the “scccuuuupppppp” sound as the plop of pink creamy ice fell into the pitcher. I remember being in such a hurry to make it that filling 3 whole cans of water seemed like an eternity. The sticky, gooey mess would be left on the counter, along with whatever utensil could find to make it. Then, after selecting a glass as impressive as this pink drink, I would find the perfect spot to enjoy it. The ritual involved with pink lemonade hasn’t changed much and while buying a carton may seem easier, there is something about the canned frozen pink lemonade that remains my prefered method of classic, summer-must enjoyment.
Who doesn’t like the Black and White Cookie??!! Hard to resist, no matter what the season. Jerry Seinfeld, while standing in a deli with Elaine, says its the key to racial harmony! If only it were that easy…..and tasty!
Cookie provided by Lakeside Farms, Ballston Lake, NY
You could always count on a glass dish filled with these little candy treasures at my grandmothers. The bowl was always strategically placed waiting for our little fingers to sneak 3 or 4 at a time! I would load a few in my pockets and eat on the ride home. It was like eating a kaleidoscope! Every color and shape seemed different and more special than the next. The Christmas memories I from being a kids of the 60’s and 70’s stay with me now as I put out the dish for my nieces and nephews to marvel, and hopefully take a few home for their car ride. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Tupperware parties were a cultural phenomenon when I was a kid. My mother, along with all her housewife friends would get together on some random weekday, have drinks and fawn over Tupperware’s life changing products! But my personal favorite is the Popsicle maker! All you had to do was fill the tiny cups, place the sticks in and ever so carefully place them into the freezer. Before you knew it, you had a frozen popsicle that would take 2 minutes to eat! On a hot summer day, I’m sure the mom’s loved making that at-home treat! Next…to Comet the stained counter tops from the Kool-aid needed to make the pops!
Playing catch was a neighborhood pastime. If you went out by yourself with your glove and ball, sooner or later, someone would show up and want to play. You might ring a doorbell to see if someone wanted to come out, but you would never call. Eventually, there would be enough kids for a game! They would rang in size, age and sex…it didn’t matter, anyone could play on the team. I remember just standing in a grass field and smelling the glove waiting for my chance to show my stuff. All it would take is one catch. One catch. And that was as good as it gets.