One summer our Uncle George had his office located in our McKay Street basement. While he took orders from local grocery stores for his Emgee Meat Distributorship, he also acted as a babysitter for the three Kernen sisters.
We invented quiet games in the basement so as not to disturbb his conversations which often included words like Pork Loin End and Boston Butt.
The family washing machine was located in one corner of the basement and from nearby shelves we proceeded to gather supplies to make our homemade version to blow bubbles through a wand. To our delight the mixture of laudry deterent, bluing and a few other items produced a “Magic Bubble”! The soap bubble would land on an object and then slowly, beginning at the top, began disappearing leaving a faint outline of the bubble until the barely vivible form reached the bottom of the bubble and pop out of existance.
Our excited chatter on discoverig the “Magic Bubble” caught the attention of Uncle George who was impressed and being a salesman, was always on the lookout for a unique product to market. He thought the oddity to be a dream product.
Sad to say, no matter how hard we tried to replicate our concoction recipe, we could never repeat our mixture success. That summer “Plastic Bubbles” came on the market and we turned out playtimes to bubbles that were more durable.
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