Hershey Bar memories...
When I was about 6 or 7, the Easter Bunny brought a huge Hershey Bar for all of us. Mom said we could eat some after dinner. We went to an Aunt's for dinner and when we got home, we were so excited to share the Hershey Bar. It was gone! We all cried until we realized the dog ate it, then laughed so hard. ~ Cheri from Illinois Back when I was a first-grader with pigtails, and a Hershey Bar cost a nickel, my Daddy would haul feed for farmers; he would load up his truck with 100 lb. bags of feed, and then take it to the customers. It was a treat to go along with Daddy to "haul feed". The feed store was a dusty, noisy place, with lots of men loading up their feed orders. Lots of fun for kids! Sometimes Daddy would have me sing a song for one of the other men. My favorite to perform was "Dropping Dropping Comes the Rain", a little ditty I learned in school. After I was finished with my song, the man I was singing for would give me a nickel. I would go straight to the feed-store office, where it was cool and quiet. There was an old-fashioned snack & candy dispenser. It was made of a metal frame that held a bright red metal box with a slot on top to take your nickel. Then there were many glass jars with metal lids. You just lifted the lid, and took your candy. No matter how many trips I made to that office, the Hershey Bar is the only treat I ever took for my nickel! ~ Kathy from Virginia Christmas at Gramma's, and Grampa's house, in Shippenville, PA was a very special time for many reasons. The best reason was the 20-25# Hershey bar that was bought every year. Treats of any kind were few and far between at our house in those days, the mid fifties. The coolest thing was, it was stored in the upstairs, front bedroom since that was the coldest part of the house. That meant it was pretty much out of sight if we wanted to sneak some. Bad thing was, the front bedroom was where my parents slept. So, we did our consuming during the day. We had never seen anything like it before. There was a special "sharp" knife and hammer! We had to take a big chunk or it would leave these little shavings all over the top of the dresser, which we also had to eat. Couldn't leave any evidence, like our parents didn't know. Normally we weren't very hungry at meal time. My father mostly would be the one to get after us about getting into the Hershey bar. He had no authority when Gramma was around. She would yell at him, which was hilarious to us to see our dad in trouble with his mother. No more would be said about it until the trip back home to Erie. But by then it was too late, we were all pretty well satisfied. Filled to the gills with our Hershey Christmas at Gramma and Grampa's house. I believe that Hershey meant contentment in our little minds. What sweet memories and traditions. ~ Bonnie from PA
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