I grew up in a small town.
Small town, not like you’re probably thinking about.
Small town, as in no stop lights, no cable STILL, no bank, school or post office anymore. No gas station.
But growing up in the small town in the 70′s there were all of the above businesses, as well as a general store. Owned and run by my great Uncle John and Aunt Lois.
My memories of the store are small and I realize it’s because my vision was short. I only saw my world around me.
Three were long glass counters my mom went to, full of candy and countless other goodies. Behind us were farming utilities, but that was boring to a little girl. There were good smells and familiar sights, things from the homes of my mom, grandma and aunt.
My favorite part of any visit to see Uncle John was that he’d reach behind the counter and get two pieces of red licorices and gives them to me. One for now. One for later.
Every time I went in that store I could count on that licorice and the smile from Uncle John.
My birthday cards from Uncle John and Aunt Lois would always come and licorice would fall out.
They are the gone now.
But they left behind lot of memories and my passion for Twizzlers.
There were boxes of chocolate bars, Reeces Cups, Kit Kats, Bliss, Kisses, Cadbury Halloween Eggs and then the Holy Grail of all candy
Look at all that candy. Imagine one person eating ALL of it. Then exploding. Instead of intestines it was glitter and sunshine that came out! The party was that good.
There were too many funny moments to share, too many things I’d like to describe but know I can’t in a way that would do them justice.
I will say this.
All that candy and those douchbandits couldn’t save me any licorice!
Uncle John would not approve.