I immediately went to find mine, that I remember my parents had bought me in 1964, the same year we moved to the midwest from Maine. When I opened it up, a little booklet fell out that I had all but forgotten about.
Thankfully, I've learned to spell a little better since then.
I know my Dad must have been the "chef" behind the recipes, as my little booklet contained 7 different ideas and this was so like what we used to have fun cooking up together.
As I began supper tonight, I thought about what I always loved about that Betty Crocker cookbook.