Time has a way of recycling memories.  Things, that you haven’t thought about for years, will come to the surface out of nowhere.  This happens to me all the time.

I walked in the Camden, Ohio Black Walnut Festival Parade this weekend.  I finally just took a look at my images.  Well, howdy, howdy, howdy.  Low and behold.  Who did I see THIS time?  None other than the “Imperial Margarine Man”! Yesssssirrreeeee.   “Flavor so good, it’s fit for a King!”  I hadn’t thought about that dude for years!  And, some people may think those commercials were far fetched, but this sort of thing happened to me quite frequently when I’d eat Imperial Margarine.  Yes, I’d get a slice of Wonder Bread from the breadbox, just after fixing a tall glass of Ovaltine.  Then, I would get out the tub of Imperial, slather the Wonder Bread with that glorious wonder spread, take a bite…. and……..Dah-da-da-daaaaaah!  And on pops the big ol’ crown. Well, that was almost as much fun as eating the buttered bread!  Oleo-ed bread, to be succinct.  I liked the Margarine Man.

I miss others from that time too.  The Frito Bandito.  Marge, with her little bowl of Palmolive.  Those choosy mothers, choosing their Jiff.  And that little whacky Hawaiian Punch guy, to name just a few.

There was so much great stuff on just three little channels…… even the in-betweens.  Fit for a King…. or in most cases, a Queen!