Many years ago, in June of 2007 in fact, we visited the Jello Museum
in LeRoy, New York, on our way to the Fingerlakes District, where we were celebrating the
50th anniversary of our friends Shirley and Joe. I never knew there was a whole
museum dedicated to Jello and when I read about it in the guide book, I knew we had to
visit it.
To get to the Jello Museum, which is the backside of a big house, you
follow the "Jello Brick Road" (right away that appealed to me). When you
get to the small museum, the woman who sells you your ticket then closes the counter
('cause you are probably the only people there) to give you a mini guide of the place,
which, as I recall, is about 4 rooms in size, and then leaves you to explore the displays
and sit in the video room to watch a history of Jello TV commercials (I didn't realize
Bill Cosby was the spokesperson for so long).
You exit the museum through the ubiquitous gift shop where you can
buy everything with the Jello logo on it. I knew I had to pick up something
and so I bought myself a yellow shirt with the logo of a box of Jello on it. It is
very comfortable and I have worn it a lot over the years. Every time I wear it in public,
I usually get a comment from someone about it and it gives me the opportunity to
publicize the Jello Museum, which nobody knows exists.
Now I'm getting ready to pack for our upcoming trip and I'm trying to
decide whether to bring the Jello t-shirt or not. This shirt has seen the world.
Jeri took this picture of me walking through the streets of Monaco,
on my way to the palace.
This is a picture of Char and me standing in front of the Catherine
Palace in Russia.
And I was wearing the Jello shirt when I climbed the Great Wall in
China.
When we got home from China and I looked at my pictures and realized
that once again I was wearing that old Jello shirt in so many photos, I vowed
that I would NOT take it with me on our next trip.
1 comment:
Love the tradition of the shirt!
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