The scent of Dove soap always reminds me of grandma's house. Mom always uses Caress (pink, the original). I have no allegiance except for the laundry soap, and I prefer Tide -- though I do stray down the aisle on occasion and am currently trying All. I can't ever see a box of Oxydol without thinking of our old neighbor, Mrs. Watson. Her laundry room was also the side entry/mud room and, as the mother of five kids, too, she did a lot of laundry -- it was a BIG, green box of Oxydol!
I have had my mouth washed out with soap, but I don't remember the brand.
I haven't watched a soap in ages, but yesterday, as part of my "guiltless morning" I finally sat down to knit at a little after 11:00 and flipped on TV. Everyone knows that the only thing worth watching at that time of the day are the fine citizens of Genoa City, WI, on The Young and the Restless. The first thing I see? Genoa City's grand dame, Katherine Chancellor (oh, how I love Jeanne Cooper), torturing Jack Abbott from the helm of Jabot Cosmetics! And then? Jack and Ashley each trying to determine whether the other's bluff is a bluff, or the bluff of a bluff of a bluff, or not, or something. And Victor Newman explaining to his grandson (when did that happen? does that make Nikki a grandma?) that he's been diagnosed with epilepsy. Interesting.
I watched Y&R for a while in the early '80s -- would even sometimes run to my girlfriend's house for an early lunch and to catch the latest episode. For the year-and-a-half that Maddy nursed, her timing was off, so I watched Days of Our Lives.
I didn't pay much attention to the commercials yesterday until I heard the word "ooze," except to note that they sure are of a different variety in the daytime than at night! It was, of course, a commercial for denture cream -- something you never see on primetime. ; ) I had a flashback vision of toothy Martha Raye hawking denture cream, followed closely, of course, by Madge and Palmolive -- "You're soaking in it!" In my flashback, of course, I was a kid, "sick" with some made-up malady (because I was hardly ever really sick enough to stay home!), cuddled up on our brown plaid couch in the family room, choking
down sipping a mug of hot beef boullion, Mom's cure-all remedy, waiting for Dick Clark and The $10,000 Pyramid, Allen Ludden (and, if lucky, Betty White) on Password, Hollywood Squares (when Paul Lynde would be in the middle more often than not), and to see what exciting prizes Monty & Jay were bringing down the aisle or giving away behind Door #2 on Let's Make A Deal! We only had three channels (four if you hooked up that weird antenna thing for public TV), but it was exciting -- not too exciting, of course, because I was "sick"!