Back during WWII, my mother and I lived in a quiet Philadelphia, PA neighborhood where everyone knew everyone else. Neighbors swept their leaves into piles in the fall and then we children jumped and played in them listening to the crunchy sound of leaves under our feet and torsos. Later in the day, men would come out of their homes and burn the leaves giving the air the most wonderful aroma.
We had a neighbor man who always had a pocketful of caramel Cubes. There was one for every child who came near him. Naturally, he always had a flock of us around. Sadly, we can no longer burn leaves because of the damage it may cause. But we can still enjoy those same caramel Cubes. ~ Susan from Pennsylvania