Growing up in the rural South, church was a very big part of my life and I have such fond memories of my Sundays spent in my "Sundee best" sitting in the church and listening to the booming voice of our pastor. By far the best memory is of a gentleman who always carried Big Red Gum in his pocket.
After the service and plans had been made to gather at a particular family's house that afternoon for dinner the gentleman would call all us kids around and give us each a stick of Big Red gum often emptying the entire pack.Many years have passed, but I recently returned to my childhood stomping grounds and church and enquired after the man. He passed away a few years back and though I never learned his name to this day I think of him every time I smell Big Red Gum.