My mother is pretty good at saving stuff, like old book reports, drawings and letters that we created over the years. Every now and then, she'll hand each of us a box stuffed with all sorts of crap that we had no idea still existed. Such was the case last week when my sister and I went to visit my parents for lunch. My mother brought out two long boxes with our names on them. Inside were photographs from our childhood-- all sorts of square, black and white pictures of us posing, with the neighbors, with each other, with stuffed animals, on the first day of school. Of course this got us reminiscing and something triggered a candy memory for my sister.
"I remember going over to Grandma and Pop Pop's every Friday and they'd hand me a TV Guide and a jar of candy." She would then go home and highlight all the shows she wanted to watch during the week, while savoring her little jar of goodies. Later in the week, when the jar was empty, she'd return it for the next Friday's refill. I have no such memory. For a long time it was just my two brothers and two sisters. I came into the picture quite a while later, so many of my memories are not the same as theirs. Like Disney World. They all got to go with my grandparents. I never did. Now this. It sounds so wonderful. A jar of candy every Friday. Who could've imagined such a thing? And what kind of candy was it? I know my grandparents enjoyed the Brach's Pick-a-Mix candy, so maybe that's what it was.