Jelly Rings memories... Growing
up in New York City, where there was practically a candy store on
every corner I always seemed to find the best candy at my
Grandmothers. Every summer afternoon from about the age of 8 till well
into my teens, after playing handball with the local kids I'd stop in
and visit my grandmother. Sometimes there was an aroma of fresh
cookies, sometimes aroma of those wonderful marshmallow square BUT
what she always had was a dish of Jelly Rings on the coffee table.
Jelly Rings were her ultimate
favorite candy! I always felt bad to ask for one because there was
always just a few and I knew how much she loved them, so secretly when
she wasn't looking I'd sneak one... okay okay maybe two. Sadly at the
age of 16 my family and I moved to Maine.
One January afternoon I came
home from school and I saw a package on my doorstep addressed to me. I
opened it, and can you guess what was inside? Yes, that's right a big
box of Jelly Rings from my grandmother and a note attached. Till this
day I still have that note and now I share Jelly Rings with my
grandchildren. Ahhh grandmothers how they make childhood memories so
amazing! ~ Sophie from Maine
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