Today Kish is going to travel north for a short visit with Russell, and she’s bringing along a care package of sorts: a box filled with some vintage candies and a bag of peanut-butter-and-chocolate buckeyes. It’s the kind of gift that helps to warm a cold winter’s day.
Our rental is located near the Schmidt’s Fudge Haus, which not only offers fresh handmade fudge but also has a ridiculous selection of vintage candies that you probably haven’t seen recently: Necco Wafers, Bonamo’s Turkish Taffy, Mary Janes, Chuckles, candy cigarettes, yellow gum cigars, Teaberry gum . . . the list goes on and on. As you walk down the aisle of goodies, looking at candies you haven’t thought of in years, it calls back fresh memories of childhood and strong recollections of precisely how those candies felt and tasted. Who doesn’t remember the dusty, chalky feel of candy cigarettes and their brittle, sugary crunchiness? (Not that I am suggesting that you’d want to give them to a young child these days, but things were different back in my smoke-filled childhood.)
I’m guessing that Russell will enjoy dipping into this candy care package.