Baby Ruth memories...
Baby Ruth chocolate bars, strange how a candy bar could bring back such wonderful memories. When I was just a kid my mother and I would go to visit my grandmother in the next town over, once a month. Every time I arrived there with my mom, my grandmother always had a Baby Ruth waiting for me. Not that seeing my grandmother wasn't a pleasure, but i always looked forward to that Baby Ruth bar especially. My mother would not let me eat candy at home, she always claimed it would rot my teeth. My grandmother and I always kept it a secret because she knew mom wouldn't have let me have it. Before last month I hadn't had a Baby Ruth bar in about 30 years. But, in all that time, it still made me flash back to the precious memories of my visits to my grandmothers house. ~ Curt from Pennsylvania In the early 1960's I remember eating many Baby Ruth bars at Halloween. My brother, who was five years older than me was allowed to go out trick or treating with his friends. He used a pillow case as his treat bag. Periodically he would return home with his bag almost full. He would dump the candies on the floor then head out the door to do more trick or treating. While he was gone, my mother and I would rifle through the bounty of goodies. All of the candy that we didn't want was placed into a bowl and recycled to the trick or treaters who came to our door. Baby Ruth bars were definitely on the keeper list. By the time my brother returned home for the evening I had probably consumed a half dozen or more Baby Ruth bars and I had hidden several more. He never knew how many of his treasures I had absconded. What wonderful memories of Halloween and childhood. ~ Brian from Texas When I was a child, I was very poor. We are talking no running water, no electricity. I had 2 sisters and 2 brothers. I can remember my daddy went to town once a month. When he did, he always brought us back a large Baby Ruth candy bar. All of us waited in anticipation for him to return, knowing that we would get candy! I can remember vividly my dad taking out his pocket knife from his overalls as we excitedly stood around him, cutting the Baby Ruth into 5 pieces. The candy bar then was so large that you could actually cut it that many times and still get a fairly large piece. My father has been dead for 11 years now, but when I see a Baby Ruth I still feel a tug in my heart for those fond memories I shared during a simpler time. ~ Cathy from North Carolina |
