If you’ve frequented this blog, you know I loooooooathe White Diamonds. Having endured the presence of not one, but two Boomer women in my life who sported the scent, I can honestly say that it makes my stomach churn. Colognes are so subjective. In any event, these poor kids wish they were breathing the scent of rank perfume. Instead, they were stuck in an Oklahoma one-room school smack dab in the middle of the Depression, covering their mouths against the dust that had permeated the air and suffocated cattle. Dust pneumonia, aka the brown plague, proved lethal for children and the elderly. Makes the cedar pollen plumes of smoke in my home state seem tame.
I Don't Get It 
Poor kids. That was a terrible way to live.
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I see they somehow manage to make individual fashion statements with their masks, though Kerbey. Holy cow what a terrible daily woe.
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Indeed. We are fortunate.
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The one that chokes me is Jean Nate.
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Wow, I haven’t smelled that since the early eighties. But I sure remember the commercial.
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Oh yeah… it was memorable – as was the emissions from the product. 😀
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