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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