 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
Chocolate Babies memories >>>
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