Ahhhh, wax bottles. For me the memory this candy conjures up is one of traveling to Look Out Mountain in Ky. We stopped at a truck stop and my mom got me a pack of the wax bottles and bottle cap candy. I had a preference for the bottle caps. So I ate them first. Afterwards I started on the wax bottles. After the first one I was hooked. I chewed and chewed for at least thirty minuets on the first bottle. I mistook the wax for chewing gum. I then proceeded to try to blow a bubble. That was amusing and somewhat funny as the gob of wax shot out of my mouth and landed on the dash. Funny but looking back on it there was actually a learning curve with wax bottles. Until I found your site I had given up on finding wax bottles. Now I can shot larger gobs of wax on my wife's SUV dash :) -just kidding. Thank you so much for allowing all us to reflect and remember a time when money was measured in the amount of candy we could get. James from Florida

I used to spend my summers up North with my grandparents. Grandma would let me polish her silver, lots of silver, for 50 cents. Then I walked to Daisy's, the little general store, an buy as many wax soda bottles as 50 cents would get me, then drink the soda and chew the wax for hours afterward. The sixties were great! Terry from Wisconsin

I was nine years old, about to go to overnight camp for the first time. The camp was in Maine and it didn't occur to me that I was to take a bus there without my parents until that very day that I boarded the bus and saw my mother waving to me from out the window. I didn't know anyone else on the bus, certainly not the boy seated next to me. As the bus began to pull away, I tried not to cry, but my eyes were wet. I didn't say anything to anybody, but at some point early in the trip, the boy next to me said, "Want one?" And he held out a selection of wax bottles with colored liquid inside. It was the first random act of kindness I had ever experienced. I took one (I hope I said thank you!) and I soon began to feel better. That boy's generosity and the chewy wax took my mind off feeling homesick. I don't think I ever learned the boy's name, but he really made a difference. And I always remember that day whenever I see wax bottles, and my kids know and repeat that story often. Jason from Massachusetts