I was a six-year-old in northeast Louisiana when I bought my first piece of candy. It was a peanut patty. There was a small neighborhood store near our house; and when I attained the rank of a first-grader, I was allowed to walk across the street by myself. The year was 1957. I had walked home from school, and I was still wearing my school attire: black and white saddle oxfords and a full, starched skirt. I remember standing in the cool darkness of the store, reaching into my very own plastic wallet, and bringing out a nickel. Not only was this my first candy purchase, it was also my first purchase in life.
I had forgotten this memory until I ran across a peanut patty in an airport terminal some 45 years later. Eating that peanut patty took me back to the very instant of my first one. I thank you for making them available to me again! ~ Katherine from New Jersey