It's funny how things like television ads from our childhood stay with us forever. My husband can sing more jingles from the 50s and 60s than I can even remember, but most of them stir memories for sure.
But it isn't only television commercials that stick in our minds forever. When I was young I listened to a lot of radio. That was the only way to hear the latest rock 'n roll records and everyone had a radio next to their bed to listen to in the morning getting dressed for school and at night when were supposed to be sleeping. I listened to 1010 WINS and 770 WABC in NYC and WKBW out of Buffalo, and I can still sing those jingles as well as name the DJs that kept me company so often as a fourteen-year-old.
The other thing that sticks in my mind is some of the unique radio ads from those years. And almost every Sunday at least once in my mind I hear the one for Raceway Park. "Sunday, Sunday, Sunday at Raceway Park!" It was a distinctive, catchy phrase that anyone who heard it would remember.
I never went to Raceway Park and I never got to experience the funny car races or the drag races. But I think about them every Sunday.