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Anise Square memories... When I
was a born my parents decided to move to upstate New York and live
with my Grandparents. It would take some years before I would realize
the enjoyment of living my formative years in an extended family
situation. However, the memories of this experience have always
remained prevalent in my mind. One of these earliest of memories was
the flavor of Anise. More fragrant than liquorice, it was that which I
most favored of all the sweets I had tasted by the time I reached the
age of four, and it's no wager to say there were many experiences in
eating candy.
Being so young, though, I wonder if the initial attraction was the
scent, flavor, or the shiny reflective red plastic that wrapped each
square. With a simple twist on both ends I would unwrap the
surprisingly light colored candy. Through the hue of crimson
cellophane I would have imagined the square of anise to be much more
earthen in color and form. Regardless of my assumptions I chew on the
square and enjoy the stages of its intensities as it changed from the
first sweet, yet, semi-soft coating (actually I don't believe the
candies were intended to be semi-soft, but as grandfather would always
say "it's probably the humidity.") then with old-fashioned rock
substance, the candy became the signature of its warming flavor.
Indeed it was rare that I would last much past the latter stage
because of my need to chomp the morsel into countless pieces inside my
mouth before it would dissolve into happiness.
There very few olfactory smells that bring back as much attachment to
that log cabin in the hills of Letchworth.
We moved from that Log House, as it were known, when I reached the age
of seven. I visited much later on in life to recover a toy, or for all
intents and purposes a treasure, that I had buried as a toddler. When
I reached the spot of my journey I noticed that the shrubs had
overgrown, the barn had become dilapidated, and there was no longer a
path which once grew wild strawberries, leading through the wheat in
the background. As I stood staring at the washed out facade of that
tired old cabin, I thought of many things. The ideas of growing, of
learning and of experience and just what makes us the collection of
feelings and memories that we are. The sweetness of life is easily
had, but only once is it had for the first time. The Anise Squares in
their red translucent cellophanes have the unique position of being my
connection to that old Log House. ~ Joshua from Michigan
Anise Squares memories
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