Throwback Thursday, or I’d Like a Milkshake, Please

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Yesterday I had the brilliant idea that I would join the crowd of bloggers who put up a photo post for Wordless Wednesday. Sounded like an easy way to show off a photo or two or three without feeling obligated to add a story. But I already posted yesterday, so that will wait. So I tried to think of a cutesy title for a post that could indicate I was showing something unique on Thursdays. I even did a search online for T adjectives, something to go with Thursday. Then it came to me just as I was going to sleep. Throwback Thursday!

So because I’m that kind of person, I thought, hmm, I’ll do a web search on that and see how it’s being used. Here’s what I found:

If you use Instagram or Twitter, you’ve probably seen or used the hashtag #throwbackthursday, or #tbt, once or twice (or a million times). It rose to such infamy that along came #flashbackfriday so people would have an excuse to post old pictures two days a week instead of one. It’s so popular that there are over 40 million pictures  tagged with #tbt on Instagram, another nearly 23 million with #throwbackthursday and there are even over 135,000 hilariously tagged with #throwbackthursdayy.

Dang. I thought I was being so original. You can tell I don’t use Instagram or Twitter. I hit the social media wall already with Facebook. So I thought, ha, for Friday I’ll do a Fine Art Friday. Did a search on that. Same thing. Turns out my ideas are nothing but clichés. I was warned against clichés in my senior high school English class. Warned=threatened, that is. Mr. Rees had rows of empty red pens taped across the edges of the blackboards around his classroom. His class was agony, but we did learn something. “Down through the ages” and “The writing on the wall”  never dared  appear in our weekly essays.
So here are two photos of an old menu from my great-aunt’s scrapbook,   just a glimpse back to an earlier time.
Or is that a cliché too?

IMG_4847Now I’m hungry.
Jeanne
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10 responses to “Throwback Thursday, or I’d Like a Milkshake, Please

  1. Being an old throwback myself, I enjoyed this–and am right with you in being a bit lost in the tangle of media. Too much to keep straight nowadays!

  2. Liver and onions sounds pretty good.

  3. Reblogged this on So Far From Heaven and commented:
    Too bad we don’t know what was the Blue Plate Special. These prices could be trimmed a bit. Jack

  4. Who can’t afford THESE prices? Wasn’t a loaf of bread about five cents then?

  5. The most expensive thing on the menu was the “Choice 12 oz. New York cut, including soup, French fries, onion rings, garlic bread, mixed green salad and choice of dressing and coffee” for $4.50.

  6. I’m reminded of the mom and pop cafes in every small town. The food was the next best thing to grandma’s “from scratch” dinners. There were generous servings on real, heavy duty stoneware plates that kept everything piping hot. Oh, the prices!

    • Yes, Swabby, I remember that a little bit, too. Every time I see a place that even remotely resembles that I try to eat a meal there. Mostly they’re not the real thing anymore, but I think there are a few left.

  7. Really? Ham steak WITH honey butter? Liver with BACON? We must really commend your g-aunt for knowing the really best places to indulge. Well, seems like indulging, but really I think a lot of folks really ate that way. Russell would really love it, except for the liver. And really, soup and salad SHOULD come with every dinner. Really reminds me of my stay in England where dinners were really expected to have 3 courses. If you had more than three, however, you were suspected of being a French-sympathizer and had your house decorated for you on St. George’s Day. REALLY!

  8. OK, Mr. Rees, why did I find it necessary to hyphenate “French-sympathizer”?

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