I've seen vintage cans of regular corn--they were 20 oz. But I don't know if the creamed style was the same size.

Did you mean 14.75 oz?

https://www.google.com/search?q=canned+creamed+corn&client=firefox-b-1&source=univ&tbm=shop&tbo=u&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjZ_NLAr9XXAhWog1QKHXvLCFMQsxgIKQ&biw=1352&bih=658

If such is the actual situation, looks like the shrinkage has been slower than with various other kinds of packaged food.

o j

Oops! Yes, I did mean 14.75 oz.

gyr_falcon -- Thanks for the idea about looking at vintage photos. It looks like the standard size was 17 ounces. I don't have to put this in the oven for a while, so more replies are welcome. I do have a spare can of creamed corn to add 2.25 ounces. Actually, I'm doubling the recipe, so I'd add 4.5 ounces. I doubt adding that would 'ruin' this simple dish.

I just looked up a vintage ad on Pinterest and it said can size 303. I googled it and it said 303 was 2 cups / 16-17 oz.

Glad to help chisue have a Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving one and all. I've never taken this anywhere, cooked, but DIL won't have room in her oven to bake it there, so...we'll see!

Makes me happy/sad to read my mother's handwriting on this shabby old piece of 'grocery list' paper. I've now lived longer without her than I had with her. She died when I was 37. However...the Corn Pudding lives on, thanks to some help from my friends.

I know exactly what you mean, ChiSue. My mother, a fabulous cook, died less than two weeks before I turned 21. Seeing her handwriting on old recipe cards brings back wonderful memories, as well as sadness for having had her for such a short period of time. She was 53 when she died, and I am now 68. It's so weird to think about how I am older than she or my father (who died at age 56 a month after my mother) ever were.

Lindsey -- Thank you for that. It seems peculiar, too, doesn't it, when you reach and then surpass the age at which your mother died? I'm sorry you had to lose one, let alone both of your parents when you were barely grown.

I 'lost' my father before I even remember him living with us. My mother threw him out when he would not leave a mistress (his secretary). They started an affair while my mother was pregnant with me. I was two then. When I was six, my mother gave in to the fact that she would have to declare my father an adulterer and sued for divorce. (There was no such thing as 'no fault' divorce at the time.) My mother always told me my father had left *her*. I was an adult before I realized he'd chosen his mistress over his wife and his little girl.

As her only child, I was especially close to my mother. She had a terrible struggle, financially and socially. No one we knew *divorced*. She never remarried.

Ah, we should start a new thread -- maybe NOT!