Yeah. That only works for so long; at least, if customers can manage to find high quality elsewhere. And a lot of people can find jams and jellies from small scale local producers.
Try your local farmers’ market, if you’ve got a real one.
I suppose I can switch to Bonne Maman…
…he said, as if it was a step down. 
It was made in the same factories as the other Smucker jams & jellies, you could just buy them. Or switch to some locally-made premium jam.
I can swear that I had it growing up in Illinois, but maybe I’m just misremembering…it’s possible I only had it on vacations in Southern California.
Speaking of the theme park, my dad once told us the story about how much he wanted to visit Disneyland as a child (likely in the late '50s, shortly after Disneyland opened). Instead, my grandparents took him to Knott’s Berry Farm. He was not pleased.
If it’s good enough for John Wayne…
I remember as a kid in the 70s that Knott’s Berry Farm was where the fun rides were and Disneyland was where all of the Disney characters were, with some cool stuff, but no fancy roller coasters like KBF.
On a trip as a child in 1978 I remember going to one park on one day and the other on the following day, and my memories of Knott’s Berry Farm were that it had better rides.
I suspect that was some time after your dad’s unfortunate experience.
There were just a few years in the mid-70s when that was the case. It wasn’t until around 1976 when The Roaring 20s section was added that KBF became more than just a fancy replica of a Western ghost town. The only thrill ride being the last drop of the log ride (built in 1969).
When I was a kid, it was just a place for kids birthday parties; some old-timey shops, a pool with seals, a steam train, and a chicken that played the piano. A poor substitute for a day at Disneyland.
Sounds like we’re about the same age.
Disneyland was fun. KBF was nostalgic for an era I only experienced on TV. Cool in that, but not fun exactly. Then they sorta got desperate, added the fixed carney rides, and duly jumped their shark IMO.
The rest is the usual sordid tale of coasting profitably on laurels and underinvestment until the inevitable crash.
Two things I remember about Knott’s Berry Farm: the piano-playing chickens and the much-cooler (to me, anyway) Alligator Farm across the street.
My maternal grandmother lived in Anaheim, so we’d go to Disneyland and Knott’s on our visits. I loved Disneyland, of course. Especially back in the day when the attractions were more closely linked to Disney movies. (Yes, there are still linkages, but it was stronger back then.) I still loved Knott’s. I loved the fried chicken and the boysenberry pie. I panned for gold and got a couple of flakes. The train ride scared me when the bandits arrived and fired their guns. Later, in my 20s (or maybe 30s?) the bandits were like, ‘OK, we’re bandits. We’re going to pretend to shoot our guns. Bang, bang!’ Totally lame, since they were not playing parts.
Anyway, now I want real pancakes with boysenberry syrup.