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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