When I was small my father was in the navy and he was stationed overseas. My mother and us kids lived with our grandparents. Every time my father would come home on leave he would take us all out for a day on the town. We would go out to eat, go to whatever special event happened to be going on and then go to the local candy store. Without even asking me, my father would load a bag with my favorite candy, Chick-O-Sticks.
Back then a lot of folks called them "chicken bones" and that's exactly what my father would call them. He would always say that his little Jody had to have a big enough supply of chicken bones to last him until the next time daddy came home. I don't know if he just realized how much I loved Chick-O-Sticks or he liked to watch me eat all the outside (the goodie) before I ate the inside, all I know is that his smile, as he watched me devour them, is a memory that is always with me. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to revisit my childhood again. ~ Jody from Missouri