Chocolate Baby memories... It started when I was seven, back in the early 50's. We had just moved to a new house, everybody was busy and I was sitting on the front steps with nothing to do. My Grandfather was going out to get a newspaper, and told me to come along with him. He bought the newspaper and a box of chocolate babies. I wasn't supposed to tell my brothers or sister about the candy. It was our secret. 

It was a two block walk to the store, but the box never made it home anyway but empty, and would get hidden in the trash before we went into the house. This went on for years, and it stayed our secret... until now. ~ Melissa from New Jersey

I have a somewhat interesting story about chocolate babies concerning my dad... When he was little, about 3 or 4, my dad would get chocolate babies every Saturday from my grandpa. There were five kids in the family, including my dad, and so to keep the chocolate babies a special secret between Grandpa and my dad, my grandpa would hide the chocolate babies in the ice crusher. [You know how the old ice crushers would be nailed to the wall, with a crank to manually break up the ice?]

Grandpa worked the third shift and he'd get home pretty late, so this was a very special treat for my dad. The two older girls always slept in on Saturday mornings, and the two younger kids were too little to notice, so my dad, the middle child, would get a chair and clamber up to the ice crusher and get his chocolate babies every Saturday morning. He said he remembered that they came in a little box that he'd shake before opening. He'd bite the babies feet first and then pop the rest of them in while he would watch cartoons or lassie.

The chocolate baby memory is probably one of my dad's fondest memories of my grandpa, as well as my favorite story to hear him tell. ~ Maggie from North Carolina

Every Sunday morning my father and I would walk to the corner drug store for the paper. We'd hook the dogs on their leashes and go, just my dad and me. It didn't take more than 5 or 10 minutes to get there, but it was special to me as a time to enjoy the quiet of the morning with my dad.

He always told me I could have one kind of candy as a treat - and I always chose Chocolate Babies. The flavor, the texture - they were so good! He'd pay for the paper, and we'd turn around and start back home - the dogs happy with their walk, my dad happy to look forward to an afternoon of quiet reading, and me happy with my treat. ~ Amy from New York

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