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Free Stuff inside Paid Stuff

I bought a magazine the other day. As I turned each page, I came across a page that had one of those perfume inserts. I really don’t like when they do this. It’s like seeing the proverbial “wet paint” sign. You know you are going to open it up and smell whatever the hell smell they want to put in there. I could be smelling dog poop for all I know. Why are we so easy? Well, I realize, of course, that the perfume people want to give us a little tease so that we will run right out and buy their product, but I didn’t ask for smelly stuff inside my magazine. But, such is life! Estee Lauder wanted me to take a whiff of Beautiful. 

It made me think of freebies.

When I was little, I really only ate Rice Krispies or Corn Flakes. And that was fine, because Kelloggs loved putting stuff in the cereal box as an added incentive to buy their cereal. Kellogg was like the P.T. Barnum of cereals.

There’s something inside. Buy me and see!

Product inserts were really big when I was little during the late 1950′s and 1960′s. People in the industry call the little enticements, ”premiums.”

Kelloggs was the first to introduce prizes in box’s of cereal. Betty Crocker put coupons in bags of flour as far back as 1929. So, this has been going on for a very long time.

Here are a few of the companies that enticed us with their freebies:

1. Bazooka Gum- You may not think of it this way, but gum is gum, and they didn’t have to give us a comic to read along with the gum. But, every time we opened a piece of Bazooka chewing gum, there is was, waiting for us. I didn’t know that Bazooka gum was owned by Topps. They had a thing about including things with things. I always wondered why the kid was wearing a patch. It bothered me. Did someone stick him in the eye with a stick?   Bazooka Joe had some buddies in his comic strip. The one I remember the most was Mort, the skinny friend who always wore a red turtleneck pulled up over his mouth. See? I paid attention to the comics as I popped the gum in my mouth.

2. Cracker Jacks- I was never a fan of the carameled popcorn. It just didn’t taste good to me. So, I would buy a box just for the prize inside and sit and peel the wrapper off.

  Cracker Jacks was first sold at the Chicago World’s Fair in 1893. At first, it was a mixture of popcorn, peanuts, and molassses, and was called “Candied Popcorn and Peanuts.” It was named Cracker Jacks after an employee remarked after biting into it, “That’s cracker jack!” Back then, that meant, “awesome.” The remarkable thing about Cracker Jacks is how a songwriter but it in the song, “Take me Out to the Ballpark.”……

Take me out to the ball game

Take me out with the crowd

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks

I don’t care if I never get back.

Let me root, root, root, for the home team

If they don’t win it’s a shame

For it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out

at the old ball game.

Talk about free publicity.

3. Topps- I bet my brother is not happy nowadays that he used his Roberto Clemente baseball card in the spokes of his bicycle. But, that’s not all that came with baseball cards. Topps wanted you to have a piece of gum. It was wider that the usual gum, which made it pretty darn cool. But, which came first?  From what I have read, Topps wanted you to taste their gum. Why not put a piece with the baseball card to entice you to their other product. Pretty smart marketing.

Ok, yeah, sure, mine gum usually looked like this when I opened up the pack, but I still chewed it.

Here are some of the other ”premiums” that I was able to remember:

4. Coke- circa 1991-They inserted Olympic cards into their 12 pack of cans. I should still have all of these somewhere. I posted the one of Mary Lou Retton because she is from Fairmont and is living here now with her family.

There are so many companies that gave away toys and trinkets inside their packaging. Cereals seemed to be the main culprit. I remember fighting with my brother and sister over some of them. I’d let my brother have all of the “boy” stuff, so I usually only had to fight my sister most of the time. And that just meant getting up earlier to open the new box of cereal.

Which got me sent to my room once in a blue moon for having too many boxes of cereal opened at the same time. I only ate Rice Krispies and Corn Flakes. So, having more than one of those opened was not good.

I do remember cutting things off of the back of the box. Sometimes it was a mask. Other times it was a coloring page. But, it made breakfast educational because afterall, we were reading the box. :ere are some other items found with their products to entice us to use or eat their product.

Circus train animals- animal crackers..wheels to make it look like a real circus train

Sugar Daddies-free wildlife card insert

Wonder Bread-Star Wars Card

Reese cup mallo card add them up and get something free..like a mallo cup

Butternut bread- Snoopy for President

Big one- McDonald’s Happy Meals- I could write a lot on just McDonald’s. Their Happy Meal was a way to get a toy in a box that also had neat stuff for the kids. You can’t purchase the toy separately. I still have a lot of the kids Happy Meal toys. Some are still in the plastic, so you know it’s going to be worth a lot of money one of these days.

Lucky charms-Harlem Globetrotter whistle

Trix-atomic submarine..What? a sub? Inside? I hated Trix. But a sub? In a box of cereal. MOM!!

You can get a Creeping monster inside if you buy this box of Honeycombs. I mean, who wouldn’t want one? Added bonus-It glows in the dark, people.

Or three “groovy” balloons. Balloons aren’t special unless they are groovy.

Yes, the late fifties and early sixties were a great time to be a kid. Cereal inserts were commonplace. Kids ate their cereal. Some ate their cereal as a snack before bed. Oh, my, the cereal companies were doing well. Even the cereals with the word “sugar” in the title did well. We had Sugar Smacks and one of my favorite, Sugar Pops.  Life was good.

So, the next time you open a wrapper on a piece of Bazooka Joe gum, take a second to read the comic.

It is, after all, their way of thanking you for buying their product.

My Obscene Christmas

When I was little I liked to see a lot of  wrapped Christmas presents under the tree. I don’t know why, but the thought of waking up at 5 a.m.  (hyper child, remember) and walking into the living room and seeing a lot of presents under the silver tree was so exciting.  We had one of those silver trees with a light box thingy that would shine on the tree and change its colors.

I was always the first to wake up. I never bothered to wake anyone else up, I would just go into the living room and sit down and admire the sight in awe. The room was filled with presents. Beautifully wrapped presents.  Iwonder now if my mom got up around 5:00 to turn that light box on or if she had the thing on all night long. We could have all burned to death. Or the dog could have chewed through the cord and got  electrocuted. Nothing worse on Christmas morning than seeing a dead dog lying among the Christmas presents.  Sparky? Wake up, Sparky……..

You’d think since I was a hyper child that I would just dive into the gifts and rip the wrap off  like I was in a race. But, I didn’t.  I sat and tried to figure out what was in each box without picking it up. One year there was a present for me that couldn’t be wrapped. It was one of those little green turtles in a shallow habitat.  I think they are illegal to own now. I loved seeing that Christmas morning. I named it Victor, because I guess I was vain and it was close to Vickie. But, that was fun to see.

I truly loved having Christmas morning to myself. Except for the one year when I was deceived.

I can’t remember when I quit believing in Santa Claus. I sure do remember when my son, Adam quit believing.  When I told him that I didn’t know if Santa could be able  to bring all the gifts that he had on his wish list because so many boys and girls also needed presents, he replied, “Well, maybe Santa should just write a check.” It wasn’t how he said it, it was how he looked at me.  Like, “I  figured it out, Mom. I am gifted, after all.”   Now, Alex was a different story. I had to tell her. She was like 16 and I was afraid she would still want to sit and get her picture taken with Santa and Santa would be a happy camper. Ok, teasing, but she was older and I had to tell her.  She burst into tears and said, “So, that means there isn’t an Easter bunny too?”  God, I felt so bad. Parents, don’t ever do that. Just let their friends make fun of them behind their back and just wait. (sigh)

Anywho, back to me. I don’t know what year it was, but the huge amounts of presents under the tree stayed the same, but the contents changed. And this is how they changed.. I would open one package and find a box of oyster crackers. The hell you say. Yes, oyster crackers. They were my favorite snack, but damnit, Mom, shouldn’t those just go from shopping bag to cupboard? I mean, this isn’t the kitchen. She laughed and said, “Well, you said you wanted a lot of presents under the tree. Santa must know you pretty well.”

The next gift was a can of mandarin oranges. Shit. I am so screwed. My mom wrapped up my favorite foods! I mean, who does that?  This was the exact moment when I realized there was no Santa Claus and also that my mom had some issues. I did have some great gifts, but I guess since I was getting older, the gifts were bigger and more expensive (like a record player, for example), so I couldn’t have as many gifts. My mom still wanted me to have that picture of  a room filling over with gifts that she tried to get creative, I guess.  I couldn’t wait for my friends to come up and see everything I got for Christmas, for in my Vickie area under the tree, among the nicer gifts, there were also  Oyster crackers, mandarin oranges, Rice Krispies, Corn flakes, twinkies, shampoo, and the new TV Guide. I’m not done, I just can’t remember all the food items.  Merry Frickin Christmas to me. I remember my friend, Ramaine, cracking up. I left those gifts under the tree to let her make fun of me. I mean, it was funny.

So, flash forward and it is time to put up the Christmas tree for my family. I used to string popcorn and I made a 30 foot garland and I was just a creative as they come. I loved decorating for Christmas. And the presents filled the room.  I had informed my husband that Christmas comes but once a year, and that my kids were going to have a lot of presents. I put stuff on lay-away and bought a little at a time and loved wrapping the gifts. I made about 10 different kind of Christmas cookies. On top of that, we used to have Christmas Eve dinner at our house, with a sit-down meal using my Great Aunt Elisabeth’s nice china  and 26 people. I was Susie Homemaker plus some. Things were going great until I had a Christmas morning visit from my in-laws.

My in-laws are fantastic people. I love them. There isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you. Even though I am now divorced, they are still a huge part of my life. Well, one Christmas, they got up early and went out to the grandkids’ homes to see and film them opening their presents. So, my kids had to wait a few minutes until they got there. When they arrived, I was all excited for them to see the Hearth room. We had a fire blazing, Christmas lights on the tree shining, and the room full of beautifully wrapped presents. They walked into the room and my mother in-law laughed and exclaimed, “This is obscene.”  At least she laughed heartily when she said it, but still, obscene?  Obscene, to me means  like  peeing on someone, or that lewd crotch dancing that the kids do nowadays…but a room full  of Christmas presents obscene?

Well, like a balloon deflated, I flitted out of the room, and started crying in our powder room. Obscene?  I gathered my composure and when I walked back into the room, my husband was smiling at me like he couldn’t wait to laugh about what she just said. He understood me.  I spoil my children. And that was ok with him.

Side Story.. Speaking of Barbie dolls…(ok, never  talked about Barbie dolls, but wanted to mention this..) Alex wrote a letter to Santa one year and asked for a Barbie Gun Shop. She meant “Barbie Bubblegum Shop”, but that is not what she wrote. I laughed for 15 minutes on that one. Had to wait until she didn’t believe in Santa anymore so I could bring out the letter and make fun of her….I pictured Barbie in her little box, looking like the slut that she was, holding a machine gun, ala Patty Hearst.   So glad my daughter couldn’t spell..

Well, I guess in the end,  my best advice to parents on Christmas morning is…don’t have any presents…or dead dogs lying under the tree. It works out better in the end for everyone concerned. Well, except for the kids….but Christmas is not really about them, is it?

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