Monday, 15 April 2013

Tupperware urns, 1973

Here's a scan of a Tupperware advert that appeared in a 1973 issue of the The Scarfolk Times Sunday magazine.

Back in the early 1970s, people weren't entirely convinced that death was final, irrespective of whether or not their loved ones had been cremated. The general opinion was: it can't hurt to keep things as fresh as possible. Just in case.

It was around this time that children throughout Scarfolk began seeing ghosts of seahorses drifting on the breeze. Adults could not see the apparitions, so the children were not believed at first, but 'Old Jamton Bones,' a recluse who lived in Scarfolk Woods, came out of his hermitage, proclaiming the seashorses to be an omen.

According to Bones, every forty years the appearance of the seahorses heralds a big change in Scarfolk. For legal reasons, what happened back in 1973 cannot be discussed here, but it is now forty years since their last appearance.

The mayor will keep you posted...


  1. Something about this picture is very strange...all the women in the background seem to have the same face. have I stumbled upon some other, even stranger Scarfolk secret? Will I live to tell the ta.........

    1. I agree, Flashman. There is something very wrong with those faces. Especially the one in the back on the right. I hope we both survive this revelation.

    2. Now that you mention it, all people in the background have the exact same face, maybe they are the Tim Seven? Or at least six of them

  2. This image certainly brought back a few childhood memories for me and perhaps readers of this blog who might be able to help solve a 36 year old mystery. Sometime in January 1977 children's television presenter Tony Hart and his wife Jean moved to Scarfolk. Unfortunately they left suddenly under rather a black cloud after only a couple of months - I seem to recall local gossip connecting them with the desecration of graves and the disappearance of a child. It was also around this time that the BBC commissioned the pilot to what was to become "Take Hart". I've often wondered if these events were related in some way.

  3. I still have my great grandmother's ashes in a Tupperware Urn (obese) on my mantel. Though her ashes are as fresh as the day she was swept up from the burnt remains of our wicker man, I dispute that the urn is seance proof. Great grandmama is often out screaming the place down and complaining about her (in her opinion,) untimely demise. A good shaking usually shuts her up though. Silly old moo.

  4. The late, great SF writer Bob Shaw once spoke of looking for a room party at a convention and mistakenly joining a Tupperware party where someone, he insisted, tried to sell him a Tupperware coffin. He imagined that, sometime in the next millenium, scientists might unearth his body and find it perfectly fresh and ready for revival. Except that they wouldn't be able to get his lid off.