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Used to eat at Sambos as a kid with my grandparents.
Sambo in the book was an Indian kid |
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Quoted: You are older than dirt. View Quote I remember when dirt was first invented. |
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My mom and dad had a cat named Tarbaby. He was jet black and came home with them from Iran in the late 70s. I think 4 or 5 of their cats came back, but I only remember that one and one other one.
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Had a restaurant a block from my house when I was a kid in Sacramento.
Loved that place. |
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I was a kid in the early 80s and we had this book growing up. As a kid I never thought a single thing about the race of the characters in the book until I was older and read there was a big uproar about it. People need to chill on the “everything is racist” shit-it’s played out
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Quoted: We used to eat at Sambos every Sunday after church when I was a kid. View Quote We did too. Never understood why a smart little black kid who outsmarts a tiger was supposed to be ''racist.'' Of course I never got it with Aunt Jemima either. Hell, even her family was pissed about the woke simps crying ''racism.'' Guess a black lady that is a representative or face of a company is somehow racism. F you ''pearl milling,'' I'll NEVER buy your shit. |
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I have read it. We had a copy when I was a kid.
But here is an interesting fact…books don’t evaporate. So there was an old copy in the house. |
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View Quote Well, that settle it. Chili has beans in it. |
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One of my college roommates had a black lab named Sam. I’ll let y’all guess it’s namesake
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My grand mother always warned us not to go into her attic because little black sambo would get you.
I think it was another sambo she was talking about. |
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Quoted: Sambo is a South Indian boy who lives with his father and mother, named Black Jumbo and Black Mumbo respectively. While out walking, Sambo encounters four hungry tigers, and he surrenders his colourful new clothes, shoes and umbrella so that they will not eat him. The tigers are vain and each thinks that it is better dressed than the others. They have a massive argument and chase each other around a tree until they are reduced to a pool of ghee (clarified butter). Sambo recovers his clothes and goes home, and his father later collects the ghee, which his mother uses to make pancakes.[3] View Quote What is the significance of becoming melted butter? Im not following the magic or why someone would write that in a story. |
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The last one I remember was located in Matteson IL near the now defunct shopping mall that was there. It was close to I-57.
I think it shut down, and reopened as a different restaurant in the early '80's. Matteson has a lot of black folks living there, and they had no issues eating there. I guess they read the book and knew it wasn't racist. Imagine that, these days. |
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Quoted: Recall those until not that many years ago, web says they had 1100 locations, last one closed several years ago. Did they serve genuine Aunt Jemima syrup? (which at one time had no fructose poison) For decades, Disney's Flagship Song was Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Uncle Remus, the movie focal point, had good lessons for kids of all ages In a banned 1946 movie, Song Of The South was set in the Pre-War Confederacy starring the great Hattie McDaniel. She ran the O'Hara household in Gone With The Wind The Media: "Hattie, how do you feel about playing so many maids?" Oscar Winner: "I'd rather play one than be one..." View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: Quoted: We used to eat at Sambos every Sunday after church when I was a kid. Recall those until not that many years ago, web says they had 1100 locations, last one closed several years ago. Did they serve genuine Aunt Jemima syrup? (which at one time had no fructose poison) For decades, Disney's Flagship Song was Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Uncle Remus, the movie focal point, had good lessons for kids of all ages In a banned 1946 movie, Song Of The South was set in the Pre-War Confederacy starring the great Hattie McDaniel. She ran the O'Hara household in Gone With The Wind The Media: "Hattie, how do you feel about playing so many maids?" Oscar Winner: "I'd rather play one than be one..." Black people are no longer allowed to have role models of independence and self-sufficiency. It is contrary to the narrative and might lead to them teaching others to not depend on the party. |
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What about the book with the Chinese guy who swallowed the ocean and held it in his cheeks for some reason I can't quite recall at the moment? I loved that one.
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I own a copy, I'll post a picture when I get home this evening.
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Although renamed some time ago (I forget what it is now), there’s one on the West side of the Pacific Coast Highway in Lincoln City, Oregon… images from the cover of the popular book are on the large sign out front, and several on the menus..
this was about 6 years ago. |
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Quoted: What about the book with the Chinese guy who swallowed the ocean and held it in his cheeks for some reason I can't quite recall at the moment? I loved that one. View Quote Tikki Tikki Tembo |
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I even read Tom Sawyer books in Junior High School English class.
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I have that exact book in my library. Perhaps will be collectable one day.
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Quoted: Is this yours? I quite liked it and briefly attempted to find an author to no avail. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: Quoted: "Old things are keys to memories, so keep the ones you can; for the journey's where you're going, but it's also where you've been" Is this yours? I quite liked it and briefly attempted to find an author to no avail. It was written by a hugely talented songwriter named Michael Reno Harrell. He was raised in East Tennessee; now lives, I believe, over the mountains in North Carolina. Here is the song that contains the line: Some Old Things |
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Ate at a Sambo's in Allentown in the late 1990s, still had that funky 1960s look. Their DC was in Florence KY, just down a bit from the Florence Y'ALL mall.
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I remember viewing this as a youngster. Race never entered my mind. Sambo defeated the tigers like Daniel chilled out the lions. Attached File
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Quoted: Quoted: Read it? Shit, my kindergarten class did that story as a play in during the 72-73 school year. I got to play a tiger and the only black kid in the class played Sambo. If a teacher tried that these days, she would be fired quickly. The funny thing about my experience is that the teacher was a young woman who always struck me as something of a hippie. Sambo is Indian. Exactly. It was never a story about an African child. Sambo and his family were just dark-skinned Indians or Tamils. I remember my family had the book (in Danish) when I was a little kid. Nothing controversial about it. |
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I have a copy of the book in my desk, my brothers and I read it as kids.
We grew up overseas but did eat at the restaurant once or twice, I believe in San Francisco or maybe near Disney Land while were on home leave. The book is one of a few I saved, I’m a sentimental bastard. It’s in good company with my copies of “Where the Red Fern Grows”, “The Story of Ferdinand”, and my dad’s blue jacket manual from the early fifties. |
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