Do you have a favorite "candy you ate as a kid"
story? Share it here.
In rural South Carolina in the 1970's, a child didn't go to a big store as often as young people do growing up today. Our community of green rolling hills in the Piedmont was a wonderland for a child and her bicycle. One of my favorite past times was riding my bike and eating Country Store Taffy as I tooled along.
Long and flat, it fit perfectly in the pockets of my bell-bottom jeans. One taffy wasn't enough to last the whole ride, though. I needed four or five because, you see, I was crazy about this candy. To me it looked like neapolitan ice cream and it tasted like what heaven must be like. The creamy strawberry was my favorite but so was the orange.I'd ride down to Mr. Stack Jones' store about a half mile from my house, grab a handful of Country Store Taffy, spread out my coins on the worn wooden counter, and then start my ride.
On warm spring days, I could roll it up and then form it into shapes. Like eating an ice cream cone in candy form--but without the drips. Back then it was wrapped in what looked like wax paper. I'd tear off the end, peel back the wrapping, and there it would be : creamy strips of taffy so delicious in colors of the rainbow...Just thinking about it brings it all back to me. I thought that this candy, like my childhood, was gone forever. How happy I am to know that one delicious part of my past still exists. ~ Carolyn from South Carolina