Light Crap, petpeeve

Replacing Unpleasant Dementia with Sweet, Sweet Memories

Reader be wary: Andy Rooney-esque diatribe ahead.

I subscribe to the Confectionery News. It’s an industry rag that caters to the the folks who make your treats. It’s not actually a rag. It is a website. Each day my inbox receives a hearty helping  of news on the wonderful advances in the confectionery world, untold promises, and exposés of sweets research. Here is a sample of headlines:

Remember when you boiled down all that fruit into syrup and then pressed it back into fruit form?

One particular headline stood out recently:

Nostalgic candy wrappers help dementia sufferers bring back the memories: Nestlé

According to the article, “Nestlé UK has put together a collection of historical packaging and posters of its Rowntree brand designed to help patients diagnosed with dementia bring back happy memories.”

At first blush, this sounds really great. A unique way to help dementia patients flex their mind muscles. Just pull those old ads out and watch forgetful folks remember  when they used to buy delicious Rowntree Fruit Clear Gums for a nickel a box.

Then on second thought it sounds creepy as hell.

It’s like ‘reminisce therapy‘, which we do naturally, shuffling through old memories to keep the mind limber. And while Nestle says they have been ‘inundated with requests’ for this from the Alzheimer’s Association and others, somehow it feels like they’re extending the branding exercise to the old and infirm. A strange attempt to keep a brand ‘top of mind’ even when the end is right around the corner.

This whole thing just sounds so lonely. Can’t we figure out something else to jog people’s memory other than some crappy chocolate bar? Like paddle balls and catching bullfrogs, or rotary dial phones and crack the whip? It feels like some creepy dystopian future with brand-sponsored geriatric therapists dropping a ‘Chocoroc!’ into age-addled minds.

Mmmm Beechies Peppermint.

Mmmm Beechies Peppermint. And the blue on the other one is amazing.

Then again, if I’m 87 and someone shows me an ad for Peppermint Beechies gum, I’ll probably remember those  brightly colored, tiny boxes at the Roundy’s checkout that held two little pieces of candy-coated gum. And how I slipped a pack into the pocket of my blue cotton jacket with the faux-wool lining while Mom was loading up groceries onto the conveyor.

And the guilt will come oozing back.

And I’ll remember how I sat there at the top of the first flight of the creaky old stairs chewing my gum and knowing I committed some irreparable injustice as minty fresh became bitter and acrid. And I never told mom and I feared for my soul like a good Catholic boy.

On second thought, yes, this idea of showing retro packaging to old folks is creepy.

P.S. Although, speaking of brand allegiance, if they ever do show me the wrapper of a Pearson’s Salted Nut Roll from the early 90s, I will go absolutely bonkers.

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s