Black Jack Taffy memories... Back in the early '60's, dad had a charge account at a small family store called Gambiani's in Centenary, IN. Every Friday when he got paid, we went to the store to pay the bill. The owner always gave us a sack full of penny candy and I would trade all of my other candy to my 2 sisters for all of their Black Jacks. My dad must have told Louie what I did, because the next time we went, he handed me my very own little paper sack full of Black Jacks. I was in heaven! And now, thanks to you, I have my own little piece of heaven back. Now, I can get these to give to my grandson and let him know how good Black Jacks were. Thanks again! ~ Cheryl from Indiana More memories... oh, this is great! I have told this story over and over to my grandchildren and anyone else that will listen! About 50 yrs ago ( I am 56 ) we lived across the street from Longo's Candy Store. A old couple that mainly went out of business except for the candy counter. My mom would give we 3 kids 30 cents (50 cents on payday) to go buy penny candy. I wanted to buy all Black Jacks, but she had said to mix the candy. It was divided up when we got home! I have tried to find the same taffy as an adult, but it's not the same! I am so happy my daughter sent me to your web site! Thank you so much! ~ Barb from Tennessee When we were growing up I remember my sisters playing tea party and they would get all these penny candies to make as their food. Black Jacks were one of them. They would wrap a tootsie roll up in a black jack and it would be a hot dog. They would use smarties as medicine when they played hospital. I am so glad I found this website and now I know the perfect gift to get for my twin sisters who have EVERYTHING! ~ John from Tennessee My memory of Black Jacks is really funny yet embarrassing. When my sister and I were little, my family moved to Georgia from Michigan. Black Jacks were not sold in the South. When my grandfather came to visit, he brought my father a bag of Black Jacks. My sister and I loved them so much that we sneaked them from daddy's hiding place daily, ate them, and refilled the wrappers with old wrappers to make them look untouched. Daddy didn't have any of his favorite candy when he wanted some! We laugh now when we tell the story. ~ Max from Georgia |
