Candy
By Roger Wilson 7/14/14
Thinking about colors has helped me slide down memory lane
to a time when I was just a youngster, not yet six years old. Our local grocery
store had a special area for candies of all types.
Black licorice or Red
licorice—one cent a stick. It was such fun as the sticks were so pliable. You
could hold it up straight, then coil it into a neat bundle that just fit in
your pant pocket. The Jaw Breakers were of three types: small about the size of
a marble—two for a penny, a size a little larger—one cent, and then the large
ones that sold for two cents! These Jaw Breakers were such fun. We marveled as
we ate the first layer to see what color came next. What fun! And they melted
so slowly.
The fudge was laid out beautifully. Each piece sat
there—dark chocolate or cream tan chocolate. They made my mouth water, but they
cost a nickel for one piece. Maybe a piece for your birthday.
The candy bars were so pretty. The Babe Ruth, bright red
cover, so tasty! Caramel and nuts pushed into the sweet chocolate. We felt so
rich when we had a nickel we could spend for one. The Mars Bars, soft brown
chocolate. The Mounds Bars—two to a package, filled with coconut. We always
smelled the wrapper before we ate them.
I always had to take a box of Chocolate Covered Cherries in
my hand. My mouth watered as I looked at a picture on the box—that chocolate
broken open with the white cream just flowing off the bright red cherry. I
never had the quarter to buy them. However, when Christmas arrived, there was a
box with my name on it.
Gum was another treat—the two-inch square carefully wrapped
with bright colored wax paper. A solid piece of pink gum sitting on a card that
had a picture of an Indian Chief—two cents happily spent.
Any day we could round up a nickel was a feast day.
Decisions had to be made. We made them happily. Life was good! What fun! Wish I could be a kid again.
[Done in response to a writing exercise about colors.]
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