Crows memories... I can remember when my Mom would take me to a Five and Dime and we would search the candy barrels through the glass to find Black Crows. It was my first taste of black licorice and I wasn't so sure about the sticky stuff on my teeth and tongue. She would buy a small bag and put it up and have it once in a while. I would laugh when it made her mouth black and try them again. The neat part about it was my husband whom I married loved them also and he and Mom would share the stash later on in my life. I have looked for them for years and have never seen them locally. Isn't amazing what the computer world does for us. ~ Susan from Illinois When I was a little girl I was a Crows fanatic. My grandfather sold them behind the counter of his tavern. Every Sunday we would visit and I would be so anxious driving up, knowing I would get a free box. Twenty some years later, when I got married, I found out my husband was a Crows fanatic too. Every time that we occasionally came upon them in a store we would grab them. When my grandfather, was ill, before he passed away, my husband and I visited him. And sure enough, behind the counter of the tavern were My Crows. He passed away and it was the only time my husband was able to meet him. Thirty years later I am just blown away to find a web site that not only sells Crows, but let's me express what they meant to me in memories. And, yes, I remember the old box. Thank you! ~ Polly from Florida As a favorite treat my father would take my mother to the movies on a Saturday night date. All seven of my brothers and sisters would line up and my mother would make a list as to what candy they should bring home to guarantee our good behavior. By far, it was Black Crows that was most in demand. On Sunday morning, we all would be up waiting in my parents' room for our treat of Black Crows. ~ George from New York Oh my gosh. Mason Black Crows. What a memory! My mother is long passed, but I swear Crows bring back the fondest memories of all. That wonderful red and green cellophane-wrapped box! She would buy the boxes back in the 60's and 70's, practically by the crate! She would stash boxes all over the house, like a squirrel stashes nuts! I would find the boxes in a dresser drawer, above the washer and dryer, in a high kitchen cabinet, in a closet; you name it, there was a large box of Crows there! And I would discover the trail and snitch a few from one box, and a few from another box, and a few from another box, and on and on. Now, snitching 4 crows from twelve secretly stashed boxes makes for one black tongue and set of black teeth, not to mention a seriously worrisome stomach!!! There is no such thing as 'sneaking' Crows!!!! Ha! And sometimes me and Mom would sit there together and polish off a whole box between us in one sitting! Licorice just is NOT licorice, unless it's Crows. And I come from a long line of Crow Snitchers!! Once a black tongue, always a black tongue.. LONG LIVE CROWS!!!! ~ Michele from Texas |
