Do you have a favorite
"candy you ate as a kid" story?
Share it here.Growing up, I lived in a small Midwestern town and attended the smallest church in town. We had little choice but to go there, as every living relative was a member and my mom had already caused a stir by marrying a Catholic. Dad took us to Mass on Saturday and Mom would make sure that we had our Protestant fill on Sunday and Thursday.
Thursday was choir night and the youth director was my great-aunt, the local librarian and consummate old maid. She couldn't carry a tune to save her life and didn't seem to like children, so Thursday nights were a test of my youthful patience.
But there were two things that had me looking forward to Thursday. When practice was over, those who hadn't driven her over the edge were rewarded with one, and sometimes two Bun candies. And for this little girl, sitting on the couch with her big brother, eating a Bun, and watching The Waltons was as good as it got! ~ Mary from Minnesota
