Sunday, October 8, 2017

Day 296 CJSM-book IV


Day 296

 

 

The little store and its

candy counter in Waterloo

 

 

We always seemed to manage to find some distraction or event to spice up life.

Our 1st home, not counting the trailer we rented and the basement apartment we inhabited before buying a “real” domicile, was a quaint story and a half on a main thorofare; a block and a half away stood a little convenience store, the “old” kind sans gas pumps, more like a mini-grocery store. Beth and I frequented the establishment quite often.

The old guy who ran the mercantile was sharp-of-eye where a penny was concerned, not wanting any to escape his cash register; I believe money was his god!? The check-out was set-up at the front entrance door; the register handy to the glass display case offering sweet goodies. Not often did a parent, or kid, escape his greed without a “treat” in their hand and a few pennies in his drawer; a seven-year-old had 3¢ change coming; the old miser sold him a Tootsie-roll.

My weakness was 16 oz, green glass bottles of Coca-Cola which I purchased in a 6-pack.

 One fine day, the old man smiled (unusual, for him) as he rang up my soda and some goodies for daughter Beth who accompanied me as he said with seeming glee, “Better enjoy those glass bottle of Coke; these are the last of them. They quit selling them that way.” I was devastated!

Of course, years later, the green-bottle beverages returned; kind of like the Twinkie sham!?

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Only a penny more!” Memories!

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