U-No memories...
When my best friend, Florence, and I attended the 2nd and 3rd grades at
Sunnyside School Elementary school in San Francisco, California, only five
houses separated our homes, and we spent most of our time together when we were
not at school or asleep.
Our favorite activities were skating and riding our bikes, but our most
important decisions revolved around how we would spend our candy money.
What a dilemma! Other candy bars cost five cents. U-No candy bars were smaller
and cost ten cents. But they were "oh so special." A discussion always took
place each time we walked to the grocery store, but the decision was always the
same -- U-No!
In our friend's garage was a loft, where we stashed our U-No bars, Fleers bubble
gum and comic books. Evidently, a stranger learned of our stash, and one day
robbed us of our treasures. We were devastated, and we mourned our losses, but
most of all we wished we had not saved our U-No bars for later long-anticipated
enjoyment.
From that day forward, our enjoyment of our U-No bars was heightened by the
knowledge that nobody would ever again rob us of the pleasurable indulgence of
those extra-special treasures, because we never again would delay savoring the
U-No "delights." Once we had them in our hands, the next places they would be
going were through the lips, between the teeth, onto the tongues, down the
throats, and into our tummies. Yum! ~ Beth from California
I was 10 years old when World War 11
started and I remember all the shortages of food. We had sugar and meat
rationing (I still have two of my mother's ration books) and Moms and my
favorite candy (the U-No bar) was no longer available when we went to the
matinee on Saturday. Oh, how I missed the creaminess of that wonderful chocolate
on my tongue.
For several years we were unable to get
our favorite bar but I can remember the day they returned. Mom took me to see
Gene Autry, left me in my seat and told me she would be right back. I waited,
wondering what she was getting. Well, she returned with a whole box of U-No bars
and we ate until we were sick. I am 75 years old now, but will never forget the
taste of that candy and how happy I was. ~ Darlene from California
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