Here's Target today. Either no stuff, or no one to stock, or who cares?

I mean, what do you expect? Stuff? When you show up? Lol and I want a trip to Bali. Try again some other day. Or don't. Whatever

They were out of paper bags, too.

 

This doesn’t really qualify for the Gallery of Regrettable Food. Insufficient ookiness or odd dishes. The cover goes in the cover section, though, since this is nice surreal 1940s material:

The Tiny Peach Sprite is here to help you! She must be about, what, three and a half peaches tall?

We see the “Food for Victory” chevron, and think . . .

My, what must it have been like to live in a society where everyone was pitching in, doing their part, bound by a common purpose to liberate lands from tyranny? And then you wonder how much of that was white noise, and how people tired of the militarization of peaches after a few years.

DO NOT NIBBLE
EXCLUDE SODA AND AIR

SIR YES SIR

Nothing yet about canning, just wartime exhortations.


I swear you can see the disgusting pulp in the pitcher. But that’s just me; not a pulp man.

 

It’s not an image you’re meant to linger upon.

 

   
  They have to pour it on again, reminding Mrs. America what’s at stake and who’s involved.
   

Now. How much of this was genuine, and how much was intended to insulate the company against any criticism that it wasn’t doing its part, wasn’t providing the proper moral framework for the country? If it was a lot of the latter, how much of that was self-imposed by people who remembered how Wilson et al had mobilized everything to smother the country in pro-war patriotism?

I think it was mostly genuine, but also rote. Especially by ’43. Surely by ’44.

What did the Kerr books look like after the war?

No salutes here.

Ruth Kerr, the wife of the company’s founder and president of Kerr since hubby kicked in 1930, tells us that canning spells security for winter months. Which sounds a bit

“Not everyone can paint a picture, become a famous pianist, or be an author, but what is more beautiful and artist than a crystal clear Kerr Jar filled with golden yellow peaches with rosy cheeks, covered with a favor-rich juice, all of its tempting goodness sealed in safe and secure by the gold enameled Kerr Cap?”

Bit of a drift in that sentence.

She was the third Mrs. Kerr. The second died young in 1911, of typhoid. There’s a social-services charity named for her. She was Kerr’s secretary, and when he obtained an English estate, “heavily burdened with debt and carrying a title,” as the Oregonian put it, he took her with on his trip abroad. Things happened.

 

The perfect post-war family included a good dose of cloning:

DID I SAY YOU COULD COMMENCE EATING

Another dish you could make with canned things.

“What should we use for table decorations in this shoot?”

“Uh . . . a ceramic representation of a heavy archaic mode of transportation. Also a pineapple whose scale bears no resemblance to anything else.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forty-three thousand souls. They make Sunny D and Texas Instruments stuff here. Let's take a look.

Nice! But not that good. Really, it’s rather dull.

I can’t figure out if it was built like this, or someone rehabbed it 35 - 45 years after it first went up. Doesn’t seem as if they went all-in on the Moderne details. The stars make me inclined to think it was much, much older.

And why would that be? Perhaps you know.


Great entrance from the Buck Rogers school of architecture.

Can’t be anything but a government building

Hello, I’m here from the State, and we just want you to know we despise all of you.

There’s a surprise.

"The grass will provide a welcome organic note."

Leveled by? What does this mean? The lot used to belong to the Masons? The local court system was steamrolled by the Masons and the run it all now?

I mean, I can guess what it means. Goes with what the Masons do.

Here’s how you do blocky and unadorned without destroying the mood of the street:

You’re damned right they added two floors.

They don’t even try to hide it.

“I don’t know what happened! There was a flash, then this building appeared, and some men with English accents staggered out, cursing!”

It’s a nifty thing, if a bit battered and out of place. Could be worse!

Down the street, yet: it is worse.

 

Hmm. That's from 2013. Wonder if it’s better today.

Yes! They removed the metal and revealed the ancient stones.

The sad sight of an old department or furniture store, the name struck off the metal facade.

Around the corner . . .

. . . Happy trails, I guess.

When you jack up a temple like this, it’s always odd when people go down to the basement and look out at the sidewalk.

The what now?

AF and AM: Ancient Free and Accepted Masons.

It’s complicated but also not really.

An utter weirdo, but I like it. Modern but still idiosyncratic.

HELL YES

I just love this. Not just for the ground floor parking and the blank screen, but the crushing device mounted over the door to squash people into red paste.

More next week - like all good Texas towns of a certain size, this place is loaded.

 

 

   

 
   

That'll do! Motels await.

 

 

 

 
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