Were TV ads better
In the old black & white days?
Can’t help remembering
The Dutch boy
With his great straight hair
Painting colorful stripes
That imagination changed
From black and white swipes
Of his magical brush

Oh, the Lipton Teabag man!
Dressed in captain blues
(Who knew? It was black & white TV)
And the steam from the cup
On wintry days
Made me send telepathic pleas
To my mother in the kitchen
Turn on the kettle
Let the water bubble up
But she never heard

Plain cherry or orange
Or a can of fruit cocktail
Dumped in
(My mother’s cooking method)
So sweet and always
So little to eat
In small refrigerated cups
Then years later
Jello not so much fun anymore
When it replaced chocolate
In a calorie war

How I wanted to be
The Sun-Maid Raisins girl!
In bonnet with basket
Moving through the vines
So exciting for me
Who lived in a city
Not much growing through cement
But I confess
A few years later
When the California raisins
Danced inside my TV
There was no contest
As I sang
“Heard it through the grapevine”

So this poem grew
From my son Micah’s
Winter Solstice gift to me
Not only 4 advertising spoons
For my collection
But also 4 memories
Two gifts in one

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: ad spoons


  1. What a magical gift, and nicely done, Clarissa. Although these products are not familiar to me from my youth, they brought up memories of my own. I knew there had to be a purpose for advertising. 😸

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