Haunted by Fruitcakes

For fifty years my mother has insisted I would by haunted by certain things "when she's gone." Well, it finally happened, and she's not even gone. There I was, erasing the lovely brick red color in my kitchen so that it could look like a rental again, and it happened...I needed my mother. This silly little jingle she always sang, got stuck in my brain and I couldn't erase it. I tried listening to every type of music...but the song would not go away. So I called her, and she recited it to me. It goes like this: "Say the Magic words, say Mission Pak and it's on its merry way! No gift so bright, so gay, so right, give the Mission Pak magic way." I wanted to ask her more, but I had been multi-tasking while talking to her and accidentally dumped out the water from the fridge vegetable drawer I was cleaning. As soon as I had cleaned up Lake Michigan in my kitchen, I decided to wiki this silly song and find out what it really was.
Here's where the fruitcake comes in. George C. Page, this amazing man came out west with nothing, started many businesses, and donated huge sums of money for museums (one of my favorites--La Brea Tar Pits), especially. He started a distribution company called Mission Pak to send California produce all over the world. Yes. The jingle was to entice people to buy fruitcake during the holidays. While on my mission, my mom thoughtfully sent me a fruitcake in October, thinking #1, I would get it by Christmas, and, #2, I somehow liked??? fruitcake?

I did finally receive the Mission Pak fruitcake...the last week in July. The best part? Every missionary ate a slice...and none of us liked fruitcake. It's just the food in Sucre was quite...well that's another post.