I was in a thrift store the other day as the wife was searching for crystal bowls to use in her kits on our website. What do I find? Flintstones jelly glasses.
Did youse guys have them back in the day? You used to buy Welch's Grape Jelly in the Flintstones Jelly Glass and when you were done you had a drinking glass. We went through four or five jars a week just with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The old man loved grape jelly. I had a collection of about forty of them. They would break all the time but we had an inexhaustible supply. Seeing these glasses really took me back,
As I stood there and thought about the Flintstones and those innocent days of the early 1960's a burst of inspiration came to me. The Flintstones were responsible for the destruction of Western Society.
Did you ever listen to their theme song? I mean really listen and think about the lyrics?
Look at the relationships of the main characters. Fred and Barney wanted to hang around together instead of banging their hot Prehistoric pussy. I bet they didn't even shave. And we all know that Betty Rubble was a dirty girl.
They were all at fault. Promoting the acceptance of the gay lifestyle through the means of the entertainment business. The Flintstones were the worst because they infected young minds.
If I still had those jelly glasses I would break them. Alas they are long gone.
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You can buy the ones you saw and smash them, right? Stick it to the man.
Wait, maybe there is a better phrase to use...
For me it was the Welch's Grape Jelly Looney Tunes collection - Foghorn Leghorn was me and the little guy with the glasses was my son. I still have one of those.
Boy, I say boy! He's a good boy but he's about as sharp as a bowling ball!
It's actually an addiction to low grade grape jelly that has undone the West. Well, to be honest I've never tasted high grade grape jelly but high grade grape juice - an import from Germany (can't remember the brand) - was a revelation.
When I was young the grandmother of my next door neighbor grew Concord grapes and used them to make jelly. It is good enough to put you off the commercial stuff.
Costco sells a jug of Kirkland 100% Grape Juice that is fresh and crisp--the closest thing I've found to the taste and smell of the juice from the Concord grape skins I remember squeezing under the vine in the backyard.
Communion wine in the church of my youth was served in tiny little shot-type glasses situated in a round silver tray with holes that was passed up and down the rows/pews. The smell of the wine wafting past was close to heavenly as the tray went by, and the sound of all those glasses simultaneously clinking into the wooden cup holders in the front of the pew once the command given to "Take, drink, remember and believe..." was completed, was a most delicious and memorable sound as well.
Well shoot, I was so caught up in the aroma of grape juice, I didn't see what was hidden and revealed under the fold. I should have known jelly glasses weren't the ultimate focal point.
Turns out Welch's replaced Winston as the sponsor in 1963
During the third season, Hanna and Barbera decided that Fred and Wilma should have a baby. Originally, Hanna and Barbera intended for the Flintstone family to have a boy, the head of the marketing department convinced them to change it to a girl since "girl dolls sell a lot better than boy dolls". Although most Flintstones episodes were stand-alone storylines, Hanna-Barbera created a story arc surrounding the birth of Pebbles. Beginning with the episode "The Surprise", aired midway through the third season (January 25, 1963), in which Wilma reveals her pregnancy to Fred, the arc continued through the time leading up to Pebbles' birth in the episode "Dress Rehearsal" (February 22, 1963), and then continued with several episodes showing Fred and Wilma adjusting to the world of parenthood. Around this time, Winston pulled out their sponsorship and Welch's (grape juice and grape jellies) became the primary sponsor, as the show's audience began to shift more younger. The integrated commercials for Welch's products feature Pebbles asking for grape juice in her toddler dialect, and Fred explaining to Pebbles Welch's unique process for making the jelly, compared to the competition. Welch's also produced a line of grape jelly packaged in jars which were reusable as drinking glasses, with painted scenes featuring the Flintstones and characters from the show. In Australia, the Nine Network ran a "Name the Flintstones' baby" competition during the 'pregnancy' episodes – few Australian viewers were expected to have a U.S. connection giving them information about past Flintstone episodes. An American won the contest and received an all expenses paid trip to tour Hanna-Barbera Studios. Another arc occurred in the fourth season, in which the Rubbles, depressed over being unable to have children of their own (making The Flintstones the first animated series in history to address the issue of infertility, though subtly), adopt Bamm-Bamm. The 100th episode made (but the 90th to air), "Little Bamm-Bamm Rubble" (October 3, 1963), established how Bamm-Bamm was adopted.
My brother-in-law lives in Kentucky. A friend of his told him about a time when he went home from UK on the weekend with a friend who hailed from eastern Kentucky. They went to church, and it was a rip-roaring time. About halfway through the service, a couple of the ushers brought in a box and started down the center aisle toward the front.
The sounds of rattling were coming from the box.
Just as he was about to sprint for the door, they opened the box and revealed the stacked communion cups. Praise God. Thank You, Jesus.
He was expecting snakes??? And why not?
Young minds in the 1960's were ripe for the picking. And television was a newly opened door.
If you listen to lyrics, gay apparel was being donned with a fa-la-la-la-la back in the day when table legs were thought to be sexy! There weren't as many doors open then for the widespread presentation of sexual promiscuity, preferences, and perversions; with the advent of TV and the internet allowing what had previously been done in smaller groups or kept in secret to be more fully revealed.
While it's fun to be amused by jelly glasses, cartoon memories and fantasies of ancient hotness, I'm wondering what it's going to take for the Catholic Church and those who participate in the priesthood of Christ and ingest His body, to own up, speak up and rightfully address the perversion of vows by those within its ranks.
The AP news story of nuns in India enduring a decades-long history of sexual abuse by priests was an unsettling read for me today.
https://apnews.com/93806f1783f34ea4b8e9c32ed59cdc06
I have come to the conclusion that the Flintstones are responsible for the destruction of Western Society!
I don't know about "Western Society," but I think at a personal level, yes.
I had one of these around age two. My mom said that I laughed so hard when I saw it in the store I peed my pants. That was 1962-3.
Agarn and O'Rourke were married? To whom?
Betsy Garth and Victoria Barkley?
Sixty, My grandma had a concord grapevine and would make jelly and juice. I can still taste it. She bottled the grape juice in 7 oz Coke bottles and put that wax on top. She would mix the grape juice w/ homemade lemonade. Exquisite. Once in awhile she would give me a bottle of that precious juice to drink myself.
How is it the Flinstone's had a Christmas show?
Excellent question, Nick - talk about a convoluted timeline!
Which reminds me - I have a neighbor how puts out an inflatable dinosaur every year as part of his Christmas decorations. It has elves on its back, he drapes lights over it, but it's a freakin' dinosaur - when did they become part of the Christmas decoration canon?
Same fellow put out giant letters in his front yard. J, O and Y. At first the Y blew over in a storm leaving "JO", as in Jo mamma! He tipped the Y back up then the J blew over, leaving "OY". Now that one I got. He left it like that for a couple of weeks. Now he has taken all of the decorations down until next year when his yard will look like a Yiddish version of a Sinclair Oil advertisement.
Someone on the road to town put out a collection of illuminated plastic singing snowmen in their side yard, thirty or more hooked up to electricity and arranged in rows to look like a choir; and then felt it necessary to cordon the whole thing off and surround it with No Trespassing signs.
I am still wondering what they were hoping to honor, invite, or proclaim with that display. Maybe it's the thrill of standing out and being noticed or talked about, as I am doing now, that brings its own reward. It looked like a lot of effort had been expended to store, set up and maintain without any loveliness, beauty or order in chaos realized as a result.
How curmudgeonly have I gotten - or maybe Marie Kondo has gotten to me - I was just walking my dog in the rain and noticed another neighbor has 50 plastic luminaria along his sidewalk. My first thought - where's he going to store those the rest of the year. I mean, they don't nest, they are not collapsible, they just take up space. Yeah, I have become that guy.
Someone on the road to town put out a collection of thirty or more plastic illuminated snowmen in their side yard, with some holding songbooks and all arranged in rows to look like a choir. They also felt it necessary to cordon the whole thing off and surround it with No Trespassing signs. I couldn't figure that out until I looked up the cost of plastic snowmen.
I am still wondering what they were hoping to honor, invite, or proclaim with that display. Maybe it's the thrill of standing out and being noticed or talked about, or the perhaps the visual reward of seeing oneself as a collector with a purpose. Whatever the motive, it appeared to require a lot of effort expended to store, set up and maintain with little loveliness, beauty or order in chaos realized as a result.
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