Wednesday, February 5, 2020
My Age Explained!
Someone posted this meme on Facebook and I could not help but chuckle. Being a mid century modern, I remember these two candies with affection.
When I was a little girl I enjoyed visiting my Henderson grandparents who lived just off of Highway 225, a major thoroughfare in our county. Some of my best childhood memories were made at this little home. Central Grocery store was located nearby and if Granddad went to the store, he would come home with Hot Tamales or Little Debbie Banana Twins. Those were two of my favorite things and while he was not a grandfather who hugged and kissed you a lot, he knew what candies were favorites.
But the best days at their house was the day The Rolling Store came down the road and stopped at the end of their driveway. I can still remember the smell of that big truck combination grocery. The back door of the truck was opened and you had to climb up steps to go inside. As a child, those steps seemed pretty big to me but the treasures inside the truck were worth the climb. I can remember picking out candy cigarettes as the candy I wanted and my grandparents let me get them. I am not sure if my parents would have let me choose that but hey Grandparents are much cooler about forbidden fruit.:) When I was a girl, just about everyone smoked. We all wanted to look like the adults so candy cigarettes were in order. They did not taste good but you looked good holding it between your fingers and waving it around pretending to blow smoke. The wax coke bottles were not a favorite. Once the liquid was gone, the wax was just a sticky mess. I preferred cigarettes. Oh and did I mention your cigarettes came in a box just like adult cigarettes? Perfect for toting around in your pocketbook! ( The picture of this Rolling Store from Ranger GA was very similar to the one that stopped at my Grandparents home.) Ranger is actually not far from my hometown so it might have been this company that came by!
While my daddy was a smoker, my mother was not. Daddy taught me a lesson about smoking and it took place on the front porch at my grandparents home. I was little, not sure exactly how old I was but I was pestering Daddy to let me smoke. Okay...he said, come here. He let me put the cigarette in my mouth and told me to suck on it like drinking a milk shake. Well you talk about a coughing fit...I remember it to this day and I have NEVER had a desire to smoke a cigarette. Lesson Learned.
I am just curious...were Rolling Stores popular in other parts of the country? Does anyone else remember these wonderful big trucks?