Big League Chew memories...
Back in the day, I played baseball with the neighborhood girls before supper time. We thought we were the toughest thing around, so it was obvious that we chewed Big League Chew. It stayed scrumptious for the whole nine innings! Until of course, Mom would call us in for dinner, then I'd stick it behind my ear and save it for later. Every weekend, all of the kids in town would line up at the nearest drug store for a taste of the gum that lasts forever. Thank you for stocking this rare find and giving me a little bit of childhood back. ~ Kaitlin from Texas I remember when I was younger I would play baseball at a local Little League organization. After every game they would give us little coupons worth 50 cents. The Big League Chew would be $1.00 so I would have to save the coupons for two games. I would watch as my friends would get slushies, but I knew that by waiting I could get that pouch of gum. When I finally received the coupons needed I would run to the concession stand and enjoy my Gum for days. ~ Michael from Georgia I remember riding in the car with my father to a t-ball game with a big wad of Big League Chew in my mouth. I think I was about 10 years old at the time and I had a loose tooth. After a short while that gum yanked it right out! Of course, as a kid I was so excited to have lost a tooth, and while chewing my favorite gum no less! I still have the tooth, but it's been too long since I've had any Big League Chew. Thanks for the memories! ~ Josh from Arizona Just recently (about 2 weeks ago), my grandfather who took care of me as I was growing up passed away. It has been very difficult for myself and my family to deal with the loss of such an amazing man, but we have coped by sharing stories. I remember when I was very young, I used to ride around town with my Grandpa Harvey as he did his errands and visited his friends. We would always stop at the neighborhood grocery store and let me pick out a treat. I remember often picking out the Big League chew- sometimes grape, sometimes original. I would carry it around in my pocket as if it were chewing tobacco and he would make comments about me either being a baseball player or a cowboy pretending to chew and use a spittoon. I felt like one of the guys, except I was a little girl! I will always miss my grandpa, but these little memories will surely comfort me along the way. ~ Amanda from Oklahoma |
