Back from a pleasant Thanksgiving break and whoop 'n tarnations I didn't have any Log Cabin syrup! There were no waffles or pancakes! Not that the extended weekend was without food. Too much food. Of course I didn't have to eat it, but I wasn't going to be rude. I had to consume as much as everyone else or maybe even one-up them.

I return home and go in search of some worthy ephemera and come upon this. Log Cabin redux. On November 11th I posted an ad from an old Saturday Evening Post describing the apparent virtues of syrup as a sleep tonic. Now I come to find it's also a good excuse to avoid work. Log Cabin...multipurpose elixir!

Again the illustration is by Gluyas Williams and again you can read more about him by clicking on this link. This particular ad ran in the March 1934 Delineator. I have a feeling in time I will find more of these and we'll be even more amazed at the incredible properties of Log Cabin Syrup. 

And here are a few other links with brief information about Gluyas Williams. The first is apparently where his papers are stored at Syracuse University and here is another with a brief biography. The most interesting is a link to a 1984 article in American Heritage

One of these days I'm going to find a reasonably priced Log Cabin tin and I'm going to buy it to add to my collection. Yeah, it's true, I collect old tins too. I know, don't even try to imagine what my place looks like. I can tell you my relatives don't understand. You people however would be perhaps more forgiving of my eccentricities.

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  1. Oh my goodness, I wonder if Mr Thackelberry will FIT in his chair after so many waffles and so much Log Cabin Syrup! He might have fallen asleep with all that sleep inducing syrup on the 7.55 and ended up in Timbuctoo. I hope there is another installment or I'll never sleep tonight for wondering about Mr Thackelberry :o

    I used to have a large collection of blue & white plates on my dining room wall, but then people started buying them for me (not the ones I wanted!) collections are a double edged sword, probably best that your family don't try to understand.

    Glad to hear you had a good Thanksgiving.

  2. Aunt Jemima (THE real one, mind you), hooked me on Log Cabin Syrup the first time I laid eyes on that tin - and her. There's never been another person worthy of selling syrup since I tasted it on her pancakes with a big piece of butter melting on the top.

  3. Let us hope that my perusing my 1930s Delineator magazines brings us more adventures with Log Cabin Syrup. We need to know the truth.

    And yes, sometimes it's better for relatives to look on with confusion but appreciation. My uncle gave me two vintage 1950s calendars from Scotland this weekend. They must have belonged to one of my relatives though I don't know which one. I'm hoping my grandmother and grandfather.

    And to pancakes/waffles and syrup. Oh boy, I could sure eat a nice crispy waffle with butter melted into the little squares and the syrup running in pools and rivers across the top. Oh, I wish it were Sunday. For some people Sunday is church day. For me it's waffle day.

  4. Oh, if only Log Cabin were still made with those lovely ingredients (especially the pure cane sugar) instead of high fructose corn syrup. We have maple syrup producers only 20+ miles away from us, so we've buying that since we moved here 9 years ago.

    My favorite though is the simple sugar syrup that my mom used to make when I was a kid. I didn't even know what bottled syrup was. Two parts sugar to one part water. Boil until thickened. Love it.

  5. Yes, corn syrup. Poo Poo!! Corn syrup be gone! Out evil syrup! OUT I SAY!

    I'll only use pure maple stuff now. But I too remember the homemade kind and in fact I remember my mother adding a bit of maple extract. She made it for years. Thanks Susan for reminding me of that stuff.

    Of course I also remember going to the commissary and my mother bought a big can that had "SYRUP" stamped on the side. It was right next to the can that said "BEANS". That stuff was always a crap shoot. You hoped what was inside matched the word stamped on the outside.

  6. Growing up in Scotland in the fifties there was no such thing as maple syrup. But I remember the first time I tasted it on bacon in Canada!!!