Thinking Back

While waiting in line for a prescription, I was visited by my (dead) mother.  She stood right next to me, pointing at the shelf, upon which sat this remnant from my past:

I had neither seen nor heard nor spoken about Albolene for approximately half a century, yet suddenly I was transported to a bathroom in my ancestral manse (a split level in 1950's suburbia).  While I'm certain that my mother never considered paying this much money for it:

I am also confident that she wouldn't refuse a tub if I were to buy it for her.  

That got me thinking about what other blast from the past might be lurking on the shelves.

Would I find Prell shampoo, neon green and smelling luscious its tube? The thought sends me straight to the showers at Girl Scout camp, my first sleep away experience.  

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TBG had a law school professor with an unusually white and bright smile; they called her Ipana.  Does anyone born in the last 50 years know why?

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My Bubbe came to America on a steamship.  70-some years later she took her first airplane ride to watch her eldest grandchild (that would be me) graduate from college.  Did the turnips in Waldbaum's produce department look the same to her as the ones she remembered storing in the root cellar as a child?

Ah, yes. Another reminder that the world is moving on.... and I am here to see it, so, by definition it's a good day.  And if my mind thinks I'm a lot younger than my body reminds me that I am, that's okay, too.