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Butterfingers memories... In the 1940s, my uncle was a Curtiss Candy
salesman. He stored his inventory of candy in a playhouse behind his
house, which we nickname the "candy store." My fondest memory of
visiting him was when he would let us go with him to the "candy store"
and pick out a candy bar.
I can still smell the wonderful sweet scent of chocolate, and the Baby
Ruth or Butterfinger candy bars he would let us have. Ironically, I did
not have any sense of guilt back then when I ate one or two bars. To
this day, I still crave a Butterfinger, but always think about the
calories. Oh, for the good old days of no guilt! ~ Pat from Texas
From the earliest days that I can remember, I loved Butterfinger. But,
some of the reasoning for this may not have to do with eating the candy
bars. According to family lore, my grandfather was a commercial artist
in the Chicago area in the teens and early twenties. While also taking
classes at the Chicago Art Institute, he would take on small contracted
jobs to keep food on the table.
One of these small "jobs" was for Curtis Candy to design the artwork for
a couple of candy bars. I am sure that the amount of money he made was
not enough to retire to an artist's colony, but for me it sure keeps his
memory alive every time I purchase a Butterfinger or Baby Ruth.
If anyone has anything resembling Curtis Candy historical archives, it
would sure be interesting if my grandfather's name could be found
somewhere therein. ~ Mike from Michigan
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