Honees memories...
Hard to find these Honees! I remember feeling like a
grown up when my grandmother and I would walk to the store for milk,
bread and cheese, and she would share a pack of Honees with me.
She would keep
an eye on me to make sure I didn't accidentally swallow the Honee
without sucking on it to enjoy the inside and, of course, to make
sure I didn't choke! Every time I taste honey now I think of walking
with my grandmother! ~ Carrie from California
The first time I ever had a
Honee was when I was five years old in 1969 and had to go to the
hospital for an ear infection. I was crying, acting up and quite a
handful for my poor mother in that waiting room, until a
grandmotherly lady approached us and said, "Here! What's all this
fuss about? If you'll behave and stop crying, I'll give you a Honee."
Seeing the bright,
honeybee-festooned package was all that was needed to capture my
attention. As soon as I tasted that wonderful candy, I soon forgot
about having to see the doctor and immediately quieted down. Now,
whenever I taste Honees, I am immediately taken back to 1969 and
that bleak, rainy day, which was made all the better because of the
quick thinking of that stranger.
She, like my dear mother, has
probably since passed away, but I was always reminded of her
whenever my mother produced a package of Honees from her handbag,
which she too carried with her from that day to her last. ~ George
from Illinois
I was about 7 and it was
1972. I was on a plane and my ears were hurting. My mother said to
chew gum or have a mint, but I hated gum and mints. The person
behind me gave me one of these. And until I was about 12 I faked ear
pain to get one. I love these and I eat a pack every time I am on a
plane. I haven't tried the mint version. But I love the milk
version. ~ Andrew from New York
Growing up in the 70's I
always looked forward to the rare visits we had with my favorite
great Aunt several states away in Pennsylvania. She always spoiled
my little brother and I. She even spoiled our dog making her
scrambled eggs for breakfast. Our visits always included a walk
around her sleepy little town and a stop in the local drug store for
a treat. She suggested the Honees and I loved them. Every visit
after that Honees were the treat I chose. My dear Aunt passed away
the spring of 2006 at the age of 100. She will always live on in my
memory and those memories always become so much more vivid when I'm
enjoying a package of Honees. ~Tami from Texas
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