Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned
out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the
California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies and Captain Crunch.
The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a
man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Born and bread in
Minnesota , Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was
filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting
much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at
times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll
model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough,
Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also
survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Way Back When....
OK, cousin Paul, you asked for it!
If you are going to sit around being sick, you'll have to be a captive audience for anything I want to say to you. Don't blame me.
We had a lot of experiences as kids together. Our mothers would arrange for you to come to 134 Eastwood Circuit in West Roxbury for a week or two or for me to go the 157 Beech Avenue in Melrose for school vacation periods in February or April.
OK - so I may not get every detail right - but it's HAS been over half a century! Give me a break. Don't correct me too much - I like the way I mis-remember things!
Remember when sailor suits were all the rage for kids? Our moms decked us out in blue or maybe white so we would be sooo cute. Harry was also nautical in those days. But do you remember the wails when we came in with GRASS STAINS? Oye-yoi-yoi! Old Emma had her work cut out for her then. But she liked your cousin "Yimmie" in her own gruff way. She always squeezed fresh oranges for breakfast in some machine your Dad got Florence. I remember eating in the breakfast nook.
I recall the layout of the bedrooms upstairs, too. We'd be talking and fooling around in the twilight instead of going to sleep - we didn't have time for sleep. Uncle Harry would finally bellow up the stairwell for us to shut up. That usually did it. Nobody wanted to see HIM explode!
I recall your mom nursing your sister. I only glanced furtively in that direction - in those days you weren't supposed to see that sort of thing.
And then in winter we would go out to shovel neighbor's walks, bringing in the big bucks - maybe a dollar each for hours of back-breaking toil. Then we hung the wool mittens and leggings by the radiators where the balls of snow would melt off. Our toes were usually like ice cubes!
Do you remember the time at Mt. Hood Golf Course we were sledding down the fairways and nearly got killed when we veered toward a tree? What were our mothers thinking of, letting us loose like that?
And then those times at the YMCA. The first time I went with you guys I couldn't believe it. All the boys swimming around and jumping off the diving board IN THE NUDE! I went along, of course, but never really got used to it. That would only change later when I got married and it was too late!
Well, that's about all for this installment. Buck up, ole buddy. We are praying for you - and for the whole family.
Love you much - miss you....
Cousin Jimmy Gus
If you are going to sit around being sick, you'll have to be a captive audience for anything I want to say to you. Don't blame me.
We had a lot of experiences as kids together. Our mothers would arrange for you to come to 134 Eastwood Circuit in West Roxbury for a week or two or for me to go the 157 Beech Avenue in Melrose for school vacation periods in February or April.
OK - so I may not get every detail right - but it's HAS been over half a century! Give me a break. Don't correct me too much - I like the way I mis-remember things!
Remember when sailor suits were all the rage for kids? Our moms decked us out in blue or maybe white so we would be sooo cute. Harry was also nautical in those days. But do you remember the wails when we came in with GRASS STAINS? Oye-yoi-yoi! Old Emma had her work cut out for her then. But she liked your cousin "Yimmie" in her own gruff way. She always squeezed fresh oranges for breakfast in some machine your Dad got Florence. I remember eating in the breakfast nook.
I recall the layout of the bedrooms upstairs, too. We'd be talking and fooling around in the twilight instead of going to sleep - we didn't have time for sleep. Uncle Harry would finally bellow up the stairwell for us to shut up. That usually did it. Nobody wanted to see HIM explode!
I recall your mom nursing your sister. I only glanced furtively in that direction - in those days you weren't supposed to see that sort of thing.
And then in winter we would go out to shovel neighbor's walks, bringing in the big bucks - maybe a dollar each for hours of back-breaking toil. Then we hung the wool mittens and leggings by the radiators where the balls of snow would melt off. Our toes were usually like ice cubes!
Do you remember the time at Mt. Hood Golf Course we were sledding down the fairways and nearly got killed when we veered toward a tree? What were our mothers thinking of, letting us loose like that?
And then those times at the YMCA. The first time I went with you guys I couldn't believe it. All the boys swimming around and jumping off the diving board IN THE NUDE! I went along, of course, but never really got used to it. That would only change later when I got married and it was too late!
Well, that's about all for this installment. Buck up, ole buddy. We are praying for you - and for the whole family.
Love you much - miss you....
Cousin Jimmy Gus
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
