The first time I ever had a Honee was when I was five years old in 1969 and had to go to the hospital for an ear infection. I was crying, acting up and quite a handful for my poor mother in that waiting room, until a grandmotherly lady approached us and said, "Here! What's all this fuss about? If you'll behave and stop crying, I'll give you a Honee."

 

Seeing the bright, honeybee-festooned package was all that was needed to capture my attention. As soon as I tasted that wonderful candy, I soon forgot about having to see the doctor and immediately quieted down. Now, whenever I taste Honees, I am immediately taken back to 1969 and that bleak, rainy day, which was made all the better because of the quick thinking of that stranger.

 

She, like my dear mother, has probably since passed away, but I was always reminded of her whenever my mother produced a package of Honees from her handbag, which she too carried with her from that day to her last. ~ George from Illinois