Every December on a Sunday afternoon, my dad's sportsmen's club had Santa there for the children. Now, this was not just a sit on the knee, a candy cane, and off you go! We always looked so forward to THIS Santa because we always received a huge treat bag! Popcorn balls, coloring books and crayons, gum, candy canes, candy bars, chocolate foil-covered candy... and, best of all, barley pops!

An additional story.... when I was three years old, I was scalded. Hot water was spilled in to my lap. I was rushed to the hospital and treated. This was 40 years ago, and I still have those scars. As I've grown older and wiser, they no longer are something that I'm embarrassed of or something to hide. They've become so much a part of who I am.

As a three year old, there's not a lot that we remember, however, my memories of this event are vivid. Yes, there was the pain, the smell of the medicine used, and visiting the doctor often. The high note of the visits to the doctor? He always promised me a handful of barley pops if I didn't cry! Don't know that tears were ever shed, because I remember coming home with a constant supply of barley pops! ~ Beth from Pennsylvania