Back in 1961 and 1962, I would often be plopped down in front of the black and white television. In between ‘Heckle and Jeckle’ and ‘Mighty Mouse‘ cartoons, there were commercials, many in great sing-along formats — sometimes both cartoons and commercials featured bouncing balls.
But there was one that always remained far and away my favorite. Mr. Clean:
There’s nothing you can’t do, Mr. Clean!
Oh gosh, do I remember clapping along to this jingle! I would get my Mom and Pia, my stocky middle-aged and eastern-European (Hungarian?) nanny, to join me in song and dance. I was a very infectious musical conductor.
My Mom loved Mr. Clean because it made the floors so antiseptic you could eat off them (wait for it to dry first, please). My Dad loved Mr. Clean, well, because my Mom loved Mr. Clean. And me? I was ecstatic to be the third wheel spinning in the love-a-thon.