Watermelon slices memories...
I grew up in a very small town in Washington State called Cosmopolis. We had the typical corner drugstore with the spinning bar stools, soda fountain, and most importantly the candy display counter. We looked forward to getting our "graveyard drinks" and our coconut watermelon slices after school each day. My brother always bought the candy cigarettes, but I never bought anything but the coconut slices. Living in California for over forty years now, I still dream of and look for my coconut watermelon slices! They cannot be found anywhere!! Imagine my delight to find them on the Internet... I hope I win this box so that I can share them with my dear friends back in Cosmopolis (Cosie) at our annual Red Hatter's Meeting we have once a year. I can guarantee you will be up to your neck in new orders. There are twenty of us old gals that just love to munch on candy while we talk of the "good old days." Hearing from you would make us the happiest old gals you've ever seen in your life. ~ Judy from California My parents and I would go to my grandparents after church. Grandma knew that watermelon slices were my favorite candy. She would always be sure to have some in her pantry. Although my Dad worked two jobs and Mom worked a few days a week part-time there was not any "candy money" in the budget. So, it was a really great treat! Grandma would always need something from the neighborhood store. She would tell me that if I was "lucky" that there might be a nickel or two left I could spend. I was always "lucky!" Grandma would always act surprised about my choice of candy. A few years later my Grandfather died. She got ill not long after that. Grandma missed him so much. I went to visit Grandma in the hospital. She asked me to go to the store to get her watermelon slices. When I handed her a bag she looked surprised. I had brought her some. I knew she would ask for some. I was so wonderful to see Grandma smile again. Her smile grew even wider when I told her that I was "lucky" and earned my own money to buy her that gift. I was eleven years old. She told me how proud she was of me and held my hand. That was the last time I ever got to see that sweet woman's smile. I never forgot about watermelon slices and how "lucky" I was. ~ Nancy from Pennsylvania |
