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Back in the mid-60’s, it was suddenly all the rage to have candle wax drippings on empty wine bottles, pretending that we were all sitting at tiny, rickety tables on the Left Bank in Paris. This being the sixties, it was hard to find candles in any color other than white, so everyone resorted to stubs of Crayola crayons. We heated them up over (actual) candles and dripped them down the bottles. (This was what passed for excitement for a 10-year-old in the mid-sixties.)

Where I lived in the northern VA suburbs of Alexandria, the bottle of choice was Mateus rosé (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, all I ever saw my parents drink was G&T). I couldn’t find any pics of those, but by golly, that’s what we used.

Something very weird swept through white suburbia in the mid-sixties. Suddenly my mother, who hated cooking and has happily lived on maybe a dozen foods max her entire life, was subscribing to Gourmet mag and cooking wonderful meals (stuffed grape leaves! empanadas! braised short ribs!!!), all of which vanished from her repertoire a few years later. And along with these exotic foods was the imperative to have wax-dripped wine bottles, although no one really drank wine back then, so where did they get the bottles…

I blame it all on housewives going ape over Julia Child’s cooking show on PBS, plus possibly a brilliant and subversive marketing campaign by Crayola.
 
^^^ @Behr for the food and @NorCalVol67 for the wine
Back in the mid-60’s, it was suddenly all the rage to have candle wax drippings on empty wine bottles, pretending that we were all sitting at tiny, rickety tables on the Left Bank in Paris. This being the sixties, it was hard to find candles in any color other than white, so everyone resorted to stubs of Crayola crayons. We heated them up over (actual) candles and dripped them down the bottles. (This was what passed for excitement for a 10-year-old in the mid-sixties.)

Where I lived in the northern VA suburbs of Alexandria, the bottle of choice was Mateus rosé (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, all I ever saw my parents drink was G&T). I couldn’t find any pics of those, but by golly, that’s what we used.

Something very weird swept through white suburbia in the mid-sixties. Suddenly my mother, who hated cooking and has happily lived on maybe a dozen foods max her entire life, was subscribing to Gourmet mag and cooking wonderful meals (stuffed grape leaves! empanadas! braised short ribs!!!), all of which vanished from her repertoire a few years later. And along with these exotic foods was the imperative to have wax-dripped wine bottles, although no one really drank wine back then, so where did they get the bottles…

I blame it all on housewives going ape over Julia Child’s cooking show on PBS, plus possibly a brilliant and subversive marketing campaign by Crayola.
 
Back in the mid-60’s, it was suddenly all the rage to have candle wax drippings on empty wine bottles, pretending that we were all sitting at tiny, rickety tables on the Left Bank in Paris. This being the sixties, it was hard to find candles in any color other than white, so everyone resorted to stubs of Crayola crayons. We heated them up over (actual) candles and dripped them down the bottles. (This was what passed for excitement for a 10-year-old in the mid-sixties.)

Where I lived in the northern VA suburbs of Alexandria, the bottle of choice was Mateus rosé (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, all I ever saw my parents drink was G&T). I couldn’t find any pics of those, but by golly, that’s what we used.

Something very weird swept through white suburbia in the mid-sixties. Suddenly my mother, who hated cooking and has happily lived on maybe a dozen foods max her entire life, was subscribing to Gourmet mag and cooking wonderful meals (stuffed grape leaves! empanadas! braised short ribs!!!), all of which vanished from her repertoire a few years later. And along with these exotic foods was the imperative to have wax-dripped wine bottles, although no one really drank wine back then, so where did they get the bottles…

I blame it all on housewives going ape over Julia Child’s cooking show on PBS, plus possibly a brilliant and subversive marketing campaign by Crayola.
We made them in elementary school a few times.
 
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Back in the mid-60’s, it was suddenly all the rage to have candle wax drippings on empty wine bottles, pretending that we were all sitting at tiny, rickety tables on the Left Bank in Paris. This being the sixties, it was hard to find candles in any color other than white, so everyone resorted to stubs of Crayola crayons. We heated them up over (actual) candles and dripped them down the bottles. (This was what passed for excitement for a 10-year-old in the mid-sixties.)

Where I lived in the northern VA suburbs of Alexandria, the bottle of choice was Mateus rosé (Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, all I ever saw my parents drink was G&T). I couldn’t find any pics of those, but by golly, that’s what we used.

Something very weird swept through white suburbia in the mid-sixties. Suddenly my mother, who hated cooking and has happily lived on maybe a dozen foods max her entire life, was subscribing to Gourmet mag and cooking wonderful meals (stuffed grape leaves! empanadas! braised short ribs!!!), all of which vanished from her repertoire a few years later. And along with these exotic foods was the imperative to have wax-dripped wine bottles, although no one really drank wine back then, so where did they get the bottles…

I blame it all on housewives going ape over Julia Child’s cooking show on PBS, plus possibly a brilliant and subversive marketing campaign by Crayola.

In what part of Alexandria did you live?
 
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In what part of Alexandria did you live?
Alexandria was just the postmark. We were out in the burbs, Mount Vernon Estates. This was our house, a 2-story Colonial, biggest house I’d ever seen at that point in my life. Daddy built the carport, which someone later made into a garage (wow, the hood has definitely changed):
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Alexandria was just the postmark. We were out in the burbs, Mount Vernon Estates. This was our house, a 2-story Colonial, biggest house I’d ever seen at that point in my life. Daddy built the carport, which someone later made into a garage (wow, the hood has definitely changed):
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I would get a yearly pass for Mount Vernon. Would bike down there and just hang out and read on the grounds.

What was more annoying, all the tourons walking through your house or the kitchen being detached?
 
I would get a yearly pass for Mount Vernon. Would bike down there and just hang out and read on the grounds.

What was more annoying, all the tourons walking through your house or the kitchen being detached?
lol

We lived there for three years (1965-1968), and we never once went to Mount Vernon, which per Google Maps, was 4 minutes away. Again, lol. We were complete Philistines.
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lol

We lived there for three years (1965-1968), and we never once went to Mount Vernon, which per Google Maps, was 4 minutes away. Again, lol. We were complete Philistines.
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And bizarre, I also lived in Alexandria for 3 years. You lived in Memphis a short time correct? You lived in Point Richmond and I lived in Richmond Marina Bay.

You following me around?
 
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Looking at the map, I see Little Hunting Creek, which ran beside/behind our subdivision. The neighborhood was still being built out then, and almost all my free time (= home from school until dinner) was spent exploring partially-built houses and then going down to the creek.

We were still free-range kids back then, something I miss for those born later.
 
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Looking at the map, I see Little Hunting Creek, which ran beside/behind our subdivision. The neighborhood was still being built out then, and almost all my free time (= home from school until dinner) was spent exploring partially-built houses and then going down to the creek.

We were still free-range kids back then, something I miss for those born later.

Yeah, free range childhood was awesome.

I was the fourth kid so I was free range more due to my Mom being over it.
 
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And bizarre, I also lived in Alexandria for 3 years. You lived in Memphis a short time correct? You lived in Point Richmond and I lived in Richmond Marina Bay.

You following me around?
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I was doing Outward Bound in the Uncompahgres in the summer of 1973. Were you in Colorado then?

—Oh, nm, you were still doing your kid thang at Harding (?).
 
I was a first grade whippersnapper at Harding averaging a paddling a week.
lol, and there I was, 19 years old, all high and mighty with my 65-pound pack, hopping* back and forth across the Continental Divide, thinking I was the shizz!

*hopping=staggering. lol
 
Something very weird swept through white suburbia in the mid-sixties. Suddenly my mother, who hated cooking and has happily lived on maybe a dozen foods max her entire life, was subscribing to Gourmet mag and cooking wonderful meals (stuffed grape leaves! empanadas! braised short ribs!!!), all of which vanished from her repertoire a few years later. And along with these exotic foods was the imperative to have wax-dripped wine bottles, although no one really drank wine back then, so where did they get the bottles…

I blame it all on housewives going ape over Julia Child’s cooking show on PBS, plus possibly a brilliant and subversive marketing campaign by Crayola.

I was gonna say Julia Child is what happened and then you said it. Yup, she made quite the impact. Though if it was a subversive campaign I'm sticking with her alphabet employer... It went kinda crazy there after awhile..I draw the line at the weird jello mold stuff with peas and carrots and worse in them. Ugh

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I do not remember the bottles with wax on em. But I wasn't around for the 60's I was a 70-80s child...still I don't think my parents ever got into that. What we did have is a ton of Mediterranean stuff. My dad was in the navy and we had all sorts of decoration, lamps, tables, painting from the Med, and Mid East. Lots of Spanish stuff too. We also did have candles though, lots and lots of candles, and as Wicks and Sticks was at Northgate, colored candles were not a problem. We just never did the bottle thing.
 
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I was gonna say Julia Child is what happened and then you said it. Yup, she made quite the impact. Though if it was a subversive campaign I'm sticking with her alphabet employer... It went kinda crazy there after awhile..I draw the line at the weird jello mold stuff with peas and carrots and worse in them. Ugh

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I do not remember the bottles with wax on em. But I wasn't around for the 60's I was a 70-80s child...still I don't think my parents ever got into that. What we did have is a ton of Mediterranean stuff. My dad was in the navy and we had all sorts of decoration, lamps, tables, painting from the Med, and Mid East. Lots of Spanish stuff too. We also did have candles though, lots and lots of candles, and as Wicks and Sticks was at Northgate, colored candles were not a problem. We just never did the bottle thing.
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