I am noticing that this post on this story (which I hope to get published soon) seems to be the most popular on my blog. I am bringing it back to the front page of my blog to see what kind of views this could generate again. This has proven to be very interesting and has given me a little more encouragement on my end to seeing it in book form someday. Thank you all. 🙂
Hi all! I was just sitting here thinking, “What can I write about?”, when I thought of a conversation I had with my husband in the car the other day. It was about going to the bakery as a kid (which would be 1950’s to 1960’s), buying penny candy and filling up a small paper bag. Then we both started naming all the candy we could remember.
Okay, here goes…the first that comes to mind is Squirrel Nuts, which were so chewy my teeth would stick together and thought I would break my jaw as I tried to chew. They were too good, so I’d just keep placing them in my mouth. Yes, yes…candy necklaces, which I wore (nerd) and candy dots on paper, which I think I ate my share of paper that stuck to the undersides. Okay, Flying Saucers, you know, the candy that tastes like the church wafers, only slightly flavored with candy beads inside! Still don’t know why they couldn’t give these out every Sunday at church instead. Sorry .
Sky Bars were my favorite, 4 surprise creams in a bar. Yum!
Ok, remember those wax bottles filled with sugary liquid??? I shudder now when I think of eating or swallowing that liquid and how sweet it was. They were kind of like the energy shots of today!
There were Razzles, the candy that was also a gum…genius! Pop rocks, rock candy, milk duds, caramel creams! Oh yes, atomic fireballs! They were so hot when you first put them in your mouth, it made your eyes water, until you got used to it. Then they were just sweet and you had to bite them, take them out of your mouth and look at all the layers it had inside!!! So cool! When it was done, the experience was so cool, you had to do it all over again.
The coconut 3 striped candy, neopolitans. Jelly Nougats, Chunkys, Ice Cubes,chuckles, necco wafers. I could go on and on.
But the last is the absolute best…..W A X L I P S! Come on, there wasn’t a cooler candy around. First you could wear them and make everyone laugh (just see photo below of my kids trying them out when they were younger). Then after that you could place them in your mouth and chew it like a gum! The flavor was irresistible! Like a sweet vanilla or something. Oh, take me back, I can’t stand it! Why did everything seem more awesome when we were little!
Come to think of it, do you remember caps and cap guns. You didn’t even need the gun really, just a big rock. You slam the rock down on the cap and “Bang!”. Then you pick up the red burnt paper and you did ,what???? Yes, you’d smell it! Oh, the sweet smell of sulfur!
And then the “Snakes”. These were always available around the 4th of July. They were black tablets you lit a match to, and it grew an ash snake that looked like it was alive as it coiled around…Oh my God! I guess this is going to have to be another post!!! I keep remembering stuff, see what you made me do!
Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this trip down memory lane, or Candy Lane, I should say. Hey wait, that sounds sort of like Candy Land. Remember the game Candy Land??? I loved that game …with all those yummy pictures and neat candy names! And then there’s the Mystery Date game???
Wait!!! Stop! Stop!
I gotta go….Bye! 🙂
I am writing this in my blog to see what people think. This is a story I wrote from my childhood, which stands out in my memory as clear as it happened yesterday, but in fact it was 40 years ago. I wanted to reflect the images and the way I remember the way the days felt back then. I’m sure if you grew up in the 60’s, you can relate to this story. This is one is on it’s way to a publisher as we speak. I can really picture this story as a children’s picture book. I hope you like it. Enjoy. 🙂 Cheryl
JOLLY JOE, THE ICE CREAM MAN
The nickel mom gave me was clenched tight in my sweaty, left fist. It wasn’t going anywhere, at least not yet.
I sat patiently on the curb in front of my house, drawing pictures on the roasting pavement with rocks. It was something to do while I waited-waited for the sweet sound of the ice cream man.
Those summer mornings of long ago always dawned hazy and cool, but by noontime, turned sunny and sizzling. Cicadas droned their long, lonely songs promising another day of uncomfortable weather; while dogs laid lifeless, panting heavily in the shade.
Since it was too hot to play, the neighborhood children sat quietly in their wading pools, played board games or just read books. It seemed the whole neighborhood was sleeping.
Suddenly we heard it!
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”
Oh, that marvelous sound!
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”
The ice cream man was coming and his bell broke through the still, dank air like shattering glass! The red and white truck gleamed as it rounded the corner of our street.
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”
His bell beckoned every child and the neighborhood sprang back to life again. It was like magic!
His name was Jolly Joe and he was always on time, half-past noon. He wasn’t your ordinary ice cream man, and he didn’t drive an ordinary ice cream truck.Unlike the larger, square trucks today, Jolly Joe’s truck was small, and all of it’s corners were rounded. Vibrant stickers of assorted, frosty ice cream treats were strewn across it’s sides, seeming so real and tasty, our mouths watered in anticipation.
The back of his truck was made of smooth, shiny aluminum and had small, compartment doors cut into it. Each door had it’s own lever, but had nothing to reveal the treasure it held deep inside. I’ll never know just how he did it, but he always knew which door to open for each child’s special selection.
Clutching my nickel tight, I’d run to the back of the truck where a small group of children were quickly gathering. Jolly Joe jumped out and walked toward us. The sun glistened upon his greased, jet black hair. He was an older man with a pleasant face and a welcoming smile. He was short, round, and yes, very jolly. He knew us all by name and knew all of our favorite ice cream treats.
There were chocolate nut cones, ice cream sandwiches and assorted ice pops in every flavor. Strawberry Shortcakes, Chocolate Eclairs and Cherry Bombs to name just a few.
Then there was my favorite ice cream of all -the Buried Treasure! It was called the Buried Treasure because you had to eat all the raspberry ice cream to discover the “treasure” deep inside. An imprint on the plastic stick! It might be a lion, a dog, or even a funny clown. Whatever it was, it was well worth the wait!
The money belt Jolly Joe wore around his middle made a merry “chink”, chink” sound as he collected coins or just made change. Small puffs of freezer smoke escaped each compartment door as he opened them one by one.
Then it was finally my turn! He dug his arm deep inside the frigid compartment up to his shoulder. He’d pause for a moment, and a puzzled look would cross his face. Then quick as a flash, he had it! My Buried Treasure! I couldn’t wait to taste the cool, sweetness sliding down my parched throat.
I managed a muffled “thank you”, as he tousled my damp hair.
Choices were made. Money was exchanged. Then as quickly as it had begun, it was soon over. It was time for Jolly Joe to go.
He climbed back into his cab and waved us off. Excited, sticky-faced, children were everywhere, playing and laughing again.
“Bye!” they all called back. Then the merry bell rang again.
“Clang!” “Clang!” Clang!”
Over and over it rang, until it slowly faded in the distance.
How I hated to see him go, because then I knew it would just be another long, hot and boring day again. But I knew the next day he’d be back again. I’d clutch my nickel tight and run, and it would be magic all over again.