For
Christmas, my father gave me some white chocolate candy bars. I love white
chocolate, but like any other type of candy, some bars are better than others.
This was the best white chocolate I had ever tasted. Dad hit it right out of
the park for me, and I really appreciated that.
As a piece
of the candy bar melted on my tongue, I had a sharp, clear memory of my
childhood. When I was a child, the Sears Department Store we frequented had a candy counter right
smack in the middle of the store. If I was good (which was every time, of
course, because I was a perfect child), we would stop by the candy counter. This was a
big deal. A whole bag of candy I could choose all by myself. I always walked solemnly around the display
case, looking at every kind of candy, and then ordered white chocolate stars.
As I clutched my little paper bag of treasure, I would take out a star, nibble
it, and let the piece melt in my mouth. Heaven.
So my father’s gift of candy bars brought back one of my favorite
childhood memories.
Isn’t it
funny how even the smell of some foods can evoke such powerful memories? I was
a sickly child before I became a sickly adult. I didn’t like chicken noodle
soup, so Mamaw would make me her potato soup recipe from scratch. I could
eat that when I couldn’t tolerate anything else. It was delicious and I felt
special because she had gone to so much trouble for me. To this day, every time
I smell potato soup or see it on a menu, I smile to myself and think of my
Mamaw.
When I was
very small, Mom would go to a specific bakery to buy bread. The counter seemed
so far away to me since I was so young (and small for my age, anyway), so I
couldn’t even see over the display case. Mom would ask for the bread, and then
she bought me a sand tart. The baker was always so friendly to me. He would
give me a big smile as he leaned over and handed me my cookie. I felt so special.
Memories are
powerful things. They can make us sad, happy, and even angry. But how wonderful
that one can go back in time at just a mention of certain foods. Do you have
any special food memories?
Photo Credits:
Pexels.com: Anete Lusina "Delicious White Chocolate on Ceramic Plate"
The Indiana Album: James Ray Coleman Collection "Sears Candy Counter, 1970s"
Wikimedia Commons: Dept of Agriculture Extension Service "Woman Cooking in a Kitchen"
Wikimedia Commons: Sara Stieneh "Bakery at Clark's, a Grocery, Drug, Sundries, and Department Store and Lunch Counter"
Pexels.com Kati Bishop "Woman Looking Up Smiling"
Memories are pieces of emotional wealth, aren't they? Even hurtful ones serve a purpose as reminders that we came through on the other side.
ReplyDeleteMy holiday candy memory is about the chocolate covered cherries my grandfather always gave me at Christmas. In his memory, I always buy a box every Christmas. When I eat one, I call my brother, and we reminisce about him, the candy, and those special Christmases.
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