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12.11.12

I remember it well

Posted by Jeanne


On last night's episode of the comedy-drama, Bones (yes, I do watch it!), Dr Sweets tells Booth that his nostalgia for his childhood indicates a deep seated fear of the future. Which bodes rather badly for me, since I, like Booth, harbour this desire to share the best of my youth with my daughter.

I love introducing her to junket and fairy bread and lovely little Yorkshire Puds and lamingtons and Parkin on the 5th November. I love it when she knows the same nursery rhymes as I do, and when she sings the same songs. I like it that she, like I, grew up on Playschool and H. R. Puffenstuff, and that we can belt out the theme songs in delicious unison. I love that she has the same friends as I do - literary ones like Anne and Norah and Jo and Judy and Tom and Huck and Robin and Pooh, but also less highfalutin ones like Skippy the Bush Kangaroo and Paddington and Raggedy Anne and Goldy the bantam. Memories like these make me happy, y'know, and I want Jemimah to have them too.

This weekend was Jemimah's first introduction to the pepperminty caramelly honeycomby delights of Castlemaine Rock, and I am proud to report that she loves this delicious rock as much as I do. It's such a disappointment when she doesn't share my delight.


Castlemaine Rock has been made in our sort-of-local-area for five generations - since 1853. It has been packaged in the same tin since the 1940s, and they make marvellously vintage style holders for paint brushes and textas and the other ephemera of homeschooling and artistic pursuits.  In fact, you can justify eating Castlemaine Rock on purely aesthetic grounds.

Certainly, Dr Lance Sweets' credentials are impeccable. He is both psychologist for the FBI as well as a psychoanalyst for the team at the Jeffersonian after all, so no doubt his appraisal of Booth's character is spot on. Which means I am clearly really, really worried about the future. Obviously I fail to distinguish between reality and the fantasy that is television, at any rate. Oh well. I shall regress into my past and munch on Castlemaine Rock and make bad jokes about this post and Dr Sweets' name and sing the words of old telly ads and be perfectly happy. Jemimah will be able to join me when she comes to visit.

Incidentally, I was always sorry that one of my favourite telly ads was for alcohol - Starwine, to be exact- and therefore a little inappropriate to teach my daughter. I was delighted recently to discover that the commercial was taken from this lovely old song, which has lyrics that I can teach to my daughter with impunity. And so I shall. Whatever Sweets says about me.



Do you remember the ad, Aussie friends? Did you drink Starwine? Do you like remembering your childhood? Are you clearly afraid of the future too?  Came talk to me while I can still understand.  I am not afraid.



5 comments:

Ellen, the Bluestocking Belle said...

I must get my hands on some Castlemaine Rock. Let the Internet search begin!

Joyfulmum said...

That looks familiar! I must have seen it somewhere in my Victorian travels! Sorry I'm not Aussie enough to know about the other ones you ask about:)

Fe said...

Ooh! I haven't had Castlemaine Rock in _years_!

Niree Anne said...

Well, the comment didn't show up but it didn't bounce back either. I'll give it a burl.
Jeanne, I am amazed that you didn't get tonnes of responses to this post....I would happily curl up right now and retreat into the world of memories and probably never come back! No, that's not entirely true - but I almost look forward to getting so old that I'm allowed to do that without anyone condemning me :)
I know this post is 3 years old; i am enjoying working through all of your blog. I saw the post with Jemimah on the hammock in summer holidays and, oh, did memories flood back! My brother and I used to make blanket houses on our deck in summer under the choko vine with the bees buzzing (dangerously close), vivid blue sky, fragrant flowers, tractors humming across the river and crop-dusters droning lazily overhead. I lost myself for hours in delicious books under my canopy of green :)

Niree Anne said...

I wasn't sure how long comments could be :p
To continue.....
I love sharing my childhood delights with my children. They too grew up on PlaySchool (how I miss the old theme song), Thomas and Postman Pat. My hubby showed them H R Pufnstuf (which I personally can't STAND!). They weren't too impressed with Bill and Ben or the Andy Pandy show.....tastes have certainly changed :( However we have invested in the DVDs of series like F Troop, the Ghost &Mrs Muir, I Dream of Jeanie, Bewitched, And My Favorite Martian - all of which are watched ad infintum :) I long for church services like I grew up with (maybe minus the hats and gloves though), and surprisingly - without us saying anything - our children dislike the modern church music and rock bands up the front as much as we do!

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