Tootsie Roll Migees candy bar memories...
Every year Halloween was basically the same. We would go out together and harvest all of our goodies, and of course we knew the good spots where they gave the best candy. When we would return with our loot we would go down to his room in the basement and dump out all of our candy. We would turn on his personal TV which he had in his room (That was so COOL!) and the trading would begin. My favorite was Butterfinger and his was a tie between Tootsie Rolls and Milky Ways. We had an unspoken contract that I would always give him my Tootsie Rolls and Milky Ways and he would give me his Butterfingers. And of course I would always hoard my candy and make it last, while he would eat it all in a day or two. We continued watching TV for a bit munching on candy as we went, then I decided I would be quite the prankster and shove one of the Tootsie Rolls I hoarded to myself and shove it up his nose. So while he was occupied with his TV and candy, I was sitting behind him ready to strike. Then without warning, POW! With great accuracy I rammed the little sucker in his nose. At first he did not know what happened, but within seconds he knew. He started freaking out and punched me rather hard in the gut, I was rapidly apologizing and I just told him to take it out. But he couldn't, you see the Tootsie Roll was about the same size as his nostril so he couldn't take his fingers and pull it out. It was jammed in tight, we where crammed in the bathroom for about an hour trying to think of ways to get it out. Alas, our efforts where futile and we eventually told our Mother, who took him to the emergency room while I had to sit there and 'Think-About-What-I-Did' I got in a lot of trouble for that one. As punishment I had to give him half of my Halloween candy. I ended up writing a story about that in elementary school, which was a big hit. ~ Carl from New York I was grandchild on my father's side of the family and I was blessed with a grandfather who doted on me. Since he was retired when I was born, he had plenty of time to do that. He came to our house almost every afternoon. He always had a handful of miniature Tootsie Rolls for me. If he came by and we were not home, he still left them on the kitchen counter. That way I knew he always was thinking of me even when he didn't get to see me. Even today when I see a Tootsie Roll, I think of my "Grandaddy" and how special he was to me! ~ Jane from South Carolina |
