Stick Candy memories...
I am the youngest of 8 children and getting 8 kids to behave and sit quietly through Sunday mass was quite a task for my parents. The diner we visited after church every Sunday sold candy sticks near the cash register. If we were good during church and ate our French toast and sausage we could get a candy sick for the ride home. I used to pretend I was Laura Ingles Wilder from Little House on the Prairie when the Olsens would let her sneak one stick from the big candy jar. Of course they had different meanings for my brothers. Their shape and bright colors always transformed them into something dangerous for me. Swords, spears and light sabers are a few of the examples. For my other sisters they were often tubes of lipstick, conductors sticks or microphones to sing into. No matter what our imagination would warp the candy sticks into, they were always a sweet treat. They bring back so many memories for me, that at my wedding this summer I plan to use them as wedding favors for kids. ~ Megan from Wisconsin In the 1960's, my grandmother open and ran a small little candy shop in Philadelphia, PA. Every Sunday, after church, my grandmother would let me come to the store and help her hand out the treats to all the kids in the neighborhood. I felt so important! My grandmother often made homemade candies in the back, while I sat in the front of the store munching on Stick candy, which was my favorite treat. Cinnamon was my favorite flavor candy sticks, and lead to my grandmother calling me 'Cinnamon' as a nickname. We shared so many great memories in that candy store, and every time I see stick candy in the store, I think of her and that great old candy store. ~ Cynthia from Michigan |
