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Licorice Pipes memories... I always associate Licorice Pipes with the Old West. Why? I could only
find this candy when we went to places like Frontier Land at Disneyland or when we visited old west ghost towns like Calico, or Virginia
City.
My dad always loved licorice and so I reasoned that by getting a Licorice Pipe I could pretend to be
an adult yet live in a sweet, kid's world of cowboy fantasy. I'd buy the black Licorice Pipe and make it last as long as I could. I'd bite a
bit off then pretend I had a chew of tobacco in my mouth. Anything to be a grown-up cowboy. ~ Steve from California
Licorice pipes were a special treat that our mother would buy us. I loved black licorice and my
grandfather smoked a pipe giving these treats a special meaning to us. To me, the pipes were better than candy cigarettes and we would spend
a day or more chewing lightly on our pipe stems pretending we were like my grandfather smoking our pipes.
They hold special meaning as one of the memories I still hold dear is of my grandfather and sitting
on his lap while he smelled of tobacco. Our grandfather was our hero as he was the male adult in our lives when we were small and the
licorice pipes made us feel that we were being him in the goodness he was. ~ Marcia from Iowa
Whenever I see Licorice Pipes
it reminds me of my dear old grandfather. I remember back in the
50's he would visit the family during the Christmas season, the only
time he had a break from his job at the mine. As a child I always
looked up to him, to me he was the smartest man in the world, He
always had an answer to my questions. What added to this aura of his
was the fact that he was always smoking a pipe, it made him look so
wise, and made me respect him even the more.
One day when he was sleeping
I went and took the pipe by his bed and held it in my mouth for a
while, not knowing what to do I breathed in deeply and started
coughing. This woke him up and he told me that it wasn't for me. I
was a bit sad, I wanted for him to see how grown up I was. However,
later that day he came back from the market with a Black Licorice
Pipe, I was overjoyed, I kept it in my mouth and sucked on it for a
long time, all the while enjoying the wonderful Licorice taste that
reminded me of my Grandpa so dear. ~ Carl from New York
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