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17 September 2014 at 6:48 pm
Barbara Lambert
No, not “real” cheese, it was definitely processed — and boy did it taste good after a morning of thinning apples! Real??? Come on, the other part of the lunch was sliced up Spam and that was “real good” believe me!
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18 September 2014 at 10:27 am
Cheryl
I do believe you, Barabara … I loved Spam passed through the meat grinder then mixed with relish and mayo! And when there wasn’t time for that, it was Sandwich Spread … remember that?
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17 September 2014 at 6:23 pm
carin
I love Barbara’s comments. I don’t know these brands (well, yes, Kraft) but then I didn’t grow up on a farm. Lucky her! I’m kind of mad for the wooden boxes though. I’m also interested to know what inspired you to take the shot… not from a photographic pov, because we can see your motivation for that… and you’ve captured the essence of ‘history’ well, but what your mood was when you saw this, and what struck you… I guess I’m asking what does it bring to mind for YOU?
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18 September 2014 at 10:30 am
Cheryl
Hmmm … I guess the enduring craftsmanship of those beautiful boxes, Carin. The patina made me think they were much handled. And, thoughts also filled my mind of a time when everything could be and was re-purposed. It was a little sad to think how ‘plastic’ everything is today by comparison.
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17 September 2014 at 5:43 pm
Allyson Latta
Striking composition in a photo with an oldy-worldy feel. I am fascinated by Barbara’s comment and memories too! The clutter in the background and below (the bottles) is effective because it’s out of focus and doesn’t fight for attention. Where did you spot these, Cheryl?
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18 September 2014 at 10:25 am
Cheryl
We have an antique picker in our community, Allyson. My step-daughter and I got trapped in his barn of wonderful and curious ‘junque’ one day by a vicious rain storm. The car was parked too far up the hill to make a run for it so we just clicked away while we waited it out.
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17 September 2014 at 4:20 pm
Heart To Harp
It’s a great shot, Cheryl! The dusty glass and obscured bottles add to the old thing ambiance. I am not sure that Kraft was real cheese even then. Loaf cheese sounds suspiciously like Velveeta.
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18 September 2014 at 10:22 am
Cheryl
I never took a shine to Velveeta, Janet, but Kraft slices doubled-up made the most spectacular grilled cheese sandwiches, which I happily made for myself as a kid, with Mayo on the outside of the bread so it got good and brown … accompanied, of course, by the mandatory bowl of tomato soup!
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17 September 2014 at 4:15 pm
Lucid Gypsy
I wonder what they would have tasted like?
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18 September 2014 at 10:18 am
Cheryl
Me too, Gilly, I’m such a cheese lover!
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17 September 2014 at 3:05 pm
Barbara Lambert
Oh, this brings back memories! Golden Loaf and Kraft Canadian were staples of our farm lunches when I was a kid, and also … much missed by me … Burns Spread-easy cheese. Spread on a piece of rye crisp broken from a great big round of the stuff. And I loved the boxes, used to use them for all sorts of things. Here of course they make a wonderfully balanced (literally) composition, and I would love to peer more closely at the bottles in the glass case below. Terrific shot.
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17 September 2014 at 4:10 pm
Cheryl
Thanks, Barabara … Was Kraft cheese once a ‘real’ cheese then? There was such a deep layer of dust on the glass cabinet I couldn’t get a crisp shot of those bottles. I let the light pouring in from the barn doors do the back fill so they at least had a shape!
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