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Butterfingers memories... In the 1940s, my uncle was a Curtiss Candy
salesman. He stored his inventory of candy in a playhouse behind his
house, which we nickname the "candy store." My fondest memory of
visiting him was when he would let us go with him to the "candy store"
and pick out a candy bar.
I can still smell the wonderful sweet scent of chocolate, and the Baby
Ruth or Butterfinger candy bars he would let us have. Ironically, I did
not have any sense of guilt back then when I ate one or two bars. To
this day, I still crave a Butterfinger, but always think about the
calories. Oh, for the good old days of no guilt! ~ Pat from Texas
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