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Sweetart memories... When I was
a little kid, My Great-Grand mother was a person that I spent all my
time with. My cousins, all around the same age as me, would go over and
play store, house, school, pretty much anything you can imagine at her
house. Being a grandmother, she was always looking for ways to make us
smile, giggle and laugh. Every time one of us was sad or if we did
something good (like helping her clear dishes, cleaning up after we were
done playing, sharing, etc.) she would reach into her purse, pull out a sweetart and say "Thank you for being such a sweetheart, my little
sweetart."
When we received the
sweetart, we would giggle with delightment, for our parents giving us
candy wasn't something that happened too often. When my cousins and I
were growing up and just learning how to read, she would praise us after
reading a book to her, but giving us a sweetart. My great-grand mother
isn't alive anymore... passing away from cancer a few years back, but
I'll never forget how much of a Sweetart... err, I mean SweetHEART, she
was to me. ~ Kristy from Pennsylvania
When
I was in junior high in the 80's, I used to buy Giant Sweet Tarts from
the vending machine at school. They came in packs of three, pink,
purple, and yellow. I would always save the pink one for a boy I had a
crush on in my orchestra class. He played the cello, and had big brown
eyes. I have to confess that I started giving him the pink ones because
they were my least favorite. Still, it was a way to get him to talk to
me.
My little romance went
awry the day that I came into class and someone had written ____ loves
____ on all the music stands with purple nail polish. Of course
everyone, including the teacher, assumed that I did it. He never called
me his “Sweettart” again. ~ Pam from Florida
SweeTarts memories >>>
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