Skip to main content

Finally, room for Jello


A little over a year ago, I wrote about the early 1960s Post and Jello cards and their similarities and how I still don't have a single Jello card in my possession.

While Post cards ran between 1961-63 and I believe were available pretty much everywhere, Jello cards appeared only from 1962-63 and their availability was restricted mostly to the Midwest.

So, it took someone from the Midwest to finally get me my first Jello card.

Tom from Waiting 'Til Next Year recently announced that he had discovered a bunch of 1961 and 1962 Post cards at his card shop and dug out several in hopes of helping people complete their Post sets. You see, Tom lives in Illinois, which I am now convinced is the center of the card collecting universe. There seems to be a card shop or card show or flea market on every block. As a trade off, nobody cares whether there's a place for you to go to the bathroom at the Cubs game, but that's a trade I'd make in a second. Just let me work on my bladder exercises.

So I jumped quickly on the opportunity for someone with a respectable card shop to find some cards for me.

But sadly, even in Illinois, everyone is a Dodgers fan.

Tom said that someone beat him to most of the Post Dodgers. But he was able to find two.


That's a 1961 Post Norm Larker card. Larker looks like he's wincing from whatever marked up this card. It was possibly stuck to the bottom of someone's shoe for a short period. But I will not quibble about the condition of my cards cut off boxes.


Look at that. A very cool 1961 Post Gil Hodges, basically the last time you'd see him in a Dodgers uniform. Drink in those 6,666 at-bats. Awesome.

I was very happy to get those two cards off my want list, but Tom perhaps felt the package was a little bit wanting.

He sent this note of explanation with the cards:


My heart literally skipped reading that note.

Because, finally -- finally -- I was able to respond thusly:


I've always wanted to say that in a baseball card context.

And here is the very first Jello card in my collection:


Wow. Let's gaze upon it for a little while.

...

...

...

All done? Well, we can come back to it later.

This is a 1962 Jello card, as Tom's note said, and I'm very happy it's the Tommy Davis one.

Although the '63 Jello and Post cards are very similar, the '62 Jello and Post cards are quite different. Here is a '62 Post card to compare:


The thing that boggles my mind about the Jello cards -- a little about the Post cards, too, but mostly the Jello ones -- is how many of these suckers exist in the set.

The 1962 and 1963 Jello sets are 200 cards large. And the best that I can tell, you could get them only one at a time -- one per Jello box. That's an enormous number of Jello shots.

This underlines for me how unimportant it was at that time to complete sets. It was simply enough to have a few cards and try to trade them for one or two of your favorite players. Who on earth would think of attempting to complete 200 different cards off the side of a Jello box in 1962?

But, like the modern set collector I am, once I received the Tommy Davis card, I dutifully wrote down all the numbers for the Dodgers for both the '62 and '63 Jello sets in my want list. The 1962 collector may not have dreamed big --hell, not even 1976 night owl had any thought of actually completing a set -- but grown-up night owl has many, many, many completion goals.

OK, right, you wanted to look at the Jello card again:


Just fantastic.

Comments

Mark Hoyle said…
I'm hitting a big show this weekend. I'll keep an eye out
Zippy Zappy said…
So baseball cards came with cereal boxes, potato chips, cakes that gave you diabetes and jello. Man, if only the world was convenient enough for that to still be true today.
P-town Tom said…
I totally agree. If Topps and Panini knew what was good for them they would start inserting baseball cards in everything from string cheese packages to Ding Dongs. Get the youth of America hooked on cardboard at an early age.
License or no MLB license, I would buy some food I wouldn't normally toss in cart just for the cards... and probably add fifteen quick pounds in the process.

Glad you liked the cards, Mr. Night Owl.
Tony L. said…
I am planning a post on this coming up. There are so many opportunities for local marketing with local corporate sponsorships to national marketing with food companies and the like.

And, NO, I'll keep an eye out for these Dodgers at my local show as well.
Fuji said…
You make a great point. It should be a challenging, yet entertaining project for you to build these team sets. And I wonder how many people have actually built the 200 card set. That's just insane.

Popular posts from this blog

Stuck in traffic with Series 2

In the whirlwind that has been my life this month, I found myself going absolutely nowhere for a portion of Thursday afternoon. I was in the middle of yet another road trip, the third one this week. This one was for work, and because it was job-related, it became quickly apparent that it would be a waste of time. The only thing that could save it was a side visit to the nearby Walmart to see if I could spot some Topps Series 2. I found it right away, which was shocking as I was pretty much in the middle of the country, where SUVs share the road with tractors and buggies. Who knew that the Amish wanted Series 2, too? The problem was getting back into civilization to open the contents of the 72-card hanger box I bought. The neighboring village is undergoing a summer construction project smack in the middle of downtown. It's not much of a downtown, but the main road happens to be the main artery in the entire county. Everyone -- and by everyone I mean every tractor trailer ha

Heading upstate

  Back in 1999, Sports Illustrated published an edition at the end of the year rating the top 50 athletes of the century for every state.   As a lifelong Upstate New Yorker, I braced for a list of New York State athletes that consisted almost entirely of downstate natives, that is, folks from the greater NYC area and Long Island.   We Upstaters are used to New York City trampling all over the rest of the state. They have the most people, the loudest voices. It happens all the time. It's a phenomenon unique to this state. Heck, there are still people out there who, when you tell them you're from New York, automatically think you're from NYC. They don't think of cows and chickens when they think of New York. But trust me, there are a lot of cows and chickens in New York State. Especially cows.   So, anyway, when I counted up the baseball players that SI listed as the greatest from New York State, six of the nine were from New York City or Long Island. I was surprised all

G.O.A.T, the '80s: 30-21

  I often call this current period of the television sports calendar the black hole of sports programming. The time between the end of the Super Bowl and the beginning of televised Spring Training baseball games is an empty void when I'm looking for something to watch on traditional television. I don't watch the NBA and I find the NHL on TV holds my interest for maybe a period. College basketball I can't watch until the tournament. This didn't used to be as much of a problem back when I could turn instead to my favorite sitcoms in February. Do you remember when February was "sweeps month"? (Maybe it still is, I don't know). Networks would make sure that every top show aired original episodes that month, no reruns. So you'd always have something to view during the week even when the sports scene was boring. (I know, people have multiple streaming viewing options now. But I find myself going weeks sometimes before I see something I want to view on Netfli