Country Store Taffy memories... When my
sister and I were young we used to go with our mom every weekend to
Rochester, Michigan to the bank. Quite often we would go to Washington,
Michigan to the Little Country General Store which carried all the old
candies. Mom would tell us girls to go ahead and pick out a couple
things which was great cause everything was priced the way it was in the
old days you know penny candies and such.
While my sister would
get a bunch of penny candies I would always get the Country store taffy.
It was my favorite. I loved putting it in the freezer then breaking it
into little pieces to make it last. my sister would want some so we
would share her penny candies and my taffy. That was a really happy time
for us. Since I have tried to find the Country Store Taffy and have not
been able to when I saw your site I was very happy to see that you
carried it.
I remember the
wonderful taste and how thin it was which I think made it taste better.
It almost melted in your mouth. Just writing here about it I can taste
it. I have never found anything to come close to the flavor since. When
we would get home all of our friends wondered where all the good taffy
came from. It was not sold where we lived. This is just one of the many
fond memories I have about a candy no longer easy to find. It brings a
smile to my face just thinking of it. Thank you for a happy memory. ~
Mel from Michigan
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
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