Why is the candy store always located on the road less traveled?
While our house in Hartford was being built, Mom and Dad took turns driving us the twenty miles to and from school. On really good days we stopped at our new house to view the progress. It wasn’t really a ‘house’, rather a basement built into a hillside with one exposed side. The house part came several years later.
We liked it best when Dad picked us up, because he could be talked into going the long way home.
After passing the turtle pond we drove by a barnyard where beautifully colored guinea hens ran near the road. I worried we might squish one, since evidence of previous squishings appeared periodically. Luckily, Dad was a good driver.
Best of all, the long route took us past an old general store in Kingsbury, filled with fudgesicles and penny-candy. And Daddy-O had a sweet-tooth.
Our pleading to go the long way didn’t always work, just often enough to make it special.
Lesson learned: Too much of a good thing makes the good thing become ordinary. Amazingly, this also applies to candy.
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Now it’s your turn: Have you ever taken the road less traveled?
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1950 Memories of Suburban Adventures 
Keep it coming!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE it!!!!!!!!
For me, it was always much much easier to get my father to “take the long way”, than it was to get my mother to do so. In fact, my sister and I could never get my mother to “take the long way”. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But my daddy was a fun daddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Really, really fun!!!!!!
Thanks, Robin. Daddy-O was easier to convince when it came to stuff like that. The fact that he had a sweet-tooth helped, too. On the other hand, Mom varied her way home from work now and then just so she wouldn’t get into a rut. But no candy stops for Mom.
I love these recollections, have you ever thought about writing it into a novel/memoir?x
Oh HS, you’re inflating my head like a helium balloon! I did try getting published, but my stories were in a rough state. Of course, I thought they were in a finished state. Hopefully, as I post each edited recollection, they are closer to a final version.
They are very good, go and publish them your self…
Thanks you, Pecora. That’s sort of what I’m doing on my blog. I’m happy that you enjoy them so much.
Surprisingly it applies to candy as well? 🙂 Quite true. The trouble I have buying chocolates for my nephews and nieces – if they get exactly the flavor they want they are just not dissatisfied. When even candy was scarce, we used to be jumping with joy when we got some.
Those were lovely scenes peppered with an interesting narrative.
Thank you, Suresh. I tried to comment on your ‘tip of the tongue’ post, but don’t think it went through.
Chocolate covered jelly candy is my favorite chocolate candy.
Always a great story! You have lived a quite a life to this point. Thanks for sharing the experiences in such a unique format…
Enjoy your weekend, Skinny!
Ed 🙂
Thanks, Ed. Happiness, beauty, and adventure are all around, just waiting to be discovered.