Remembrance of things past.
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gurdymonkeyOne of the bushi boys posted a link to a photo on his website this afternoon over on the Tousando. Curious, I went exploring to see if there was anything else new there because the last time it had been somewhat bare bones. Well, it still is, with lots of pages for future projects to go on. I read his profile and discovered his hometown is the same one as my Mom's.
So I emailed him and mentioned that my grandparents lived on High Street and we would go to church at St. Al's and so forth and he tells me he went to church at the Methodist church across the street from St. Al's and BTW, did I know they banned cruising on High Street in the 80's? And did I remember Zern's?
For Marcel Proust, it was a cookie. For me - and quite possibly for my sisters - it's The Penny Candy Store.
Mind you, it wasn't really called The Penny Candy Store, we just called it that - in the sort of reverent way we spoke of Santa and the Baby Jesus. Grandpop would give us each a nickel or sometimes even a dime. We would process down High - well, it was kind of procession-like because Grandpop kept it to a stately saunter and we weren't supposed to get too far ahead and had to wait for him to cross the streets with us - up Adams, then continue down King to the tiny grocery on the corner. He'd get a cigar pre-pacemaker, a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint post-pacemaker). And we three, each clutching a coin in our fist would gaze upon the rows of candy on the wooden counter and drive ourselves wild with indecision. As the oldest, I'd try to play it cool, studying the choices in silence, while my younger sisters would cry and crow, "Ooh, this one, no wait, I want that!" Three kinds of licorice - black, red, brown and vaguely chocolate-like. Candy buttons on strips of cash register tape. Pixie Stix. Wax lips. Candy cigarettes, white chalky mint things with red food coloring on the ends. Jawbreakers. Maryjanes. Smartees. Bazooka bubblegum -two for a penny! Sugar Daddies. A giant Sweetart the size of the Jupiter II - my younger sister loved these monsters and would gnaw on one for what seemed like hours. I preferred Smartees. And Necco Wafers. Those stupid candy buttons - we probably ingested as much of the paper as the candy, but we thought they were great. The prodigious working of young jaws on a newly unwrapped, Pepto Pink, rock hard piece of Bazooka, which came with a Bazooka Joe comic inside the wrapper. The massive bulge of jawbreaker between cheek and gums. Did you have the firmness of resolve to suck on a Tootsie Roll pop until you hit the center or would you lose it and bite through the hard candy shell instead?
So I emailed him and mentioned that my grandparents lived on High Street and we would go to church at St. Al's and so forth and he tells me he went to church at the Methodist church across the street from St. Al's and BTW, did I know they banned cruising on High Street in the 80's? And did I remember Zern's?
For Marcel Proust, it was a cookie. For me - and quite possibly for my sisters - it's The Penny Candy Store.
Mind you, it wasn't really called The Penny Candy Store, we just called it that - in the sort of reverent way we spoke of Santa and the Baby Jesus. Grandpop would give us each a nickel or sometimes even a dime. We would process down High - well, it was kind of procession-like because Grandpop kept it to a stately saunter and we weren't supposed to get too far ahead and had to wait for him to cross the streets with us - up Adams, then continue down King to the tiny grocery on the corner. He'd get a cigar pre-pacemaker, a pack of Wrigley's Spearmint post-pacemaker). And we three, each clutching a coin in our fist would gaze upon the rows of candy on the wooden counter and drive ourselves wild with indecision. As the oldest, I'd try to play it cool, studying the choices in silence, while my younger sisters would cry and crow, "Ooh, this one, no wait, I want that!" Three kinds of licorice - black, red, brown and vaguely chocolate-like. Candy buttons on strips of cash register tape. Pixie Stix. Wax lips. Candy cigarettes, white chalky mint things with red food coloring on the ends. Jawbreakers. Maryjanes. Smartees. Bazooka bubblegum -two for a penny! Sugar Daddies. A giant Sweetart the size of the Jupiter II - my younger sister loved these monsters and would gnaw on one for what seemed like hours. I preferred Smartees. And Necco Wafers. Those stupid candy buttons - we probably ingested as much of the paper as the candy, but we thought they were great. The prodigious working of young jaws on a newly unwrapped, Pepto Pink, rock hard piece of Bazooka, which came with a Bazooka Joe comic inside the wrapper. The massive bulge of jawbreaker between cheek and gums. Did you have the firmness of resolve to suck on a Tootsie Roll pop until you hit the center or would you lose it and bite through the hard candy shell instead?
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