When I was five years old my mother went back to work; I had just started half day kindergarten and would need a sitter for after school. My new sitter would be a little old lady at the end of the block I had never met before. I don't remember much about her or the times I spent at her house. I do though, remember; being very frightened and hiding in a corner behind a chair for a long time. She couldn't talk me out so she lured me out with Choward's violet mints.
First she gave me one, then another, then she set another on an end table, then two more a little further away on the coffee table and sat near them on the couch with two more packs in her hand. First she used Choward's violet mints to build trust then friendship. Everyday after school I would get my treat of Choward's violet mints. Every time I smell them I feel like I'm five years old all over again!
I'm thrilled to have found them so I can now share them with my daughter who is now five years old and start memories of our own with them and their wonderful smell. ~ Leslie from Wisconsin
As kids my parents moved a lot and we moved to this wonderful little mining camp, Christmas, Arizona. It is no longer there, but it's always the place I will call home. They blew it up looking for Copper. But in the 1960's there were about 40 families that lived there and we all shopped at the company store. It was a gloomy little store that only sold what a Miner might need for work and was very limited on groceries. The second or third day there, my brother and I were asked to walk there and get a loaf of bread and some milk. But as kids, we were thinking...CANDY!
When we walked in the store for the first time, we were on a mission and candy was the reward. We found the bread and milk. That was easy. But there was no candy, none. Really, none, no candy? Did we move to mars? So while checking out, which at that time, was just an old gentleman writing up the receipt manually. We asked, 'Sir, do you have any candy?". He said "No", but there was this pause, and then he said "we have these things, these Violet things." My brother's and my face must have been self-explanatory, shear disappointment! But we both put up our nickels for these square rolls with an odd smell that was supposed to be candy. They didn't smell like candy. They didn't taste like candy, as a matter of fact; they tasted like Grandma’s soap dish.
We decided we didn't like them. We bought them every week. And every week we decided we didn't like them. We did that for the rest of our stay at Christmas. Now every time I find Violets on a counter somewhere, which is rare, I purchase them. I give them to everyone around me and they always turn their noses up at them. I tell this story and they never understand there was no candy. So now, once in a while, I’ll send a pack of them to my brother. He knows what's in the package as soon as he opens it. Violets, they smell like Christmas, Christmas, AZ that is. ~Rick from Louisiana