I have been researching Betty Crocker, and none of these dates make sense.
Betty Crocker was not an actual woman, and the name was coined in 1921.
Since 1921, the Betty Crocker name has symbolized General Mill’s continuing tradition of service to consumers. Although Betty was never a real person, her name and identity have become synonymous with helpfulness, trustworthiness and quality. It all began when a promotion for Gold Medal Flour offered consumers a pin cushion resembling a flour sack if they correctly completed a jigsaw puzzle of a milling scene. The Washburn Crosby Company, a forerunner of General Mills, received thousands of responses and a flood of questions about baking.
"Betty Crocker" was created as a signature to personalize the responses to those inquiries. The surname Crocker was chosen to honor a popular, recently retired director the company, William G. Crocker. Betty was chosen simply as a friendly sounding name. Female employees were invited to submit sample Betty Crocker signatures; the one judged most distinctive is the basis for the one still in use today.
On 4/13, 1910, exactly 99 years prior to John’s “birth”, baby nanna’s meteor destroyed a bakery owned by Betty Crocker. Nanna was adopted by Crocker’s husband, Colonel Sassacre, and taken to live in his mansion.
Betty Crocker factories did not exist at that point.
Or maybe it was another Betty Crocker.
Nanna says that the man was her father, assuming she is talking about herself, while John says that it was Nanna’s grandfather.
According to the recap Nanna was taken in by Betty Crocker’s husband, while in the fairytale Betty Crocker raised them by herself.
The story Nanna is telling contradicts the one that Hussie tells while maintaining many similarities. The story that John has heard is also possibly off.
She is not a human, so much of this does not matter. As Nanna has stated, she was some sort of witch, so anything goes.
Then again, this is Homestuck and anything goes in the first place.
Or I have missed something over these thousands of pages.
My head is exploding, so I will call it an alternate dimension or some sort of paradox and leave it at that.