June 29, 2007
Remember when you could fill a bag with candy for a quarter and it would last all weekend long? I do. Well, almost all weekend anyway. When I was a kid my parents would drop me at my Gramma’s house on Friday evening. I’m not quite sure where the quarter came from, but after breakfast on Saturday morning I got to walk all the way down the gravel road along the lake to spend it. By myself.
There was a little store, not much bigger than our garage. I think there were Sinclair gas pumps out front, and I vaguely remember them selling minnows and other forms of bait somewhere nearby. It had a cement floor and a wooden screen door that would spring closed with a slam. Right inside the door to the left was a huge glass case filled with penny candy. Kids were not allowed to put their hands on the glass.
Some of the candy really only cost a penny, but other pieces were a little more. Sometimes you could get three or four pieces for a penny, but they were usually ones I was not particularly fond of, like Mary Janes. I agonized over my choices, and they would place them one by one in a paper sack. Having parted with my quarter I would make my way back to Gramma’s. Sometimes I would stop and visit Mrs. Wolforth or Aunt Helen. Once in awhile I would scare myself walking past the woods and just go straight home. Fast.
The hard part was eating only a little at a time…that is unless it was sunny and the water was warm! Then the candy could wait…