Judith strolled past the stores of the old town with disinterest.
“Mandy, why did you bring us here?” she moaned. “This is a virtual ghost town.” Judith surveyed the grungy bungalow-type buildings; the unkempt road; and the dearth of any human beings. If she wasn’t such a practical, no-nonsense sort of person, she’d be freaked.
“Judith, relax. I have my reasons. You’ll see.” Mandy was a new age hippie, with spaced-out blue eyes that always looked like they were seeing something fourth dimensional; long untrimmed hair; unshaved armpits; and a vocabulary that consisted of words like far out, hang loose, and groovy. The reason Judith was with her was too convoluted to remember. Something that started as a favor for her boss’ brother’s ex-wife’s sister.
Judith grumbled under her breath and walked closer to one of the dusty storefront windows. “An-ti-cue Store” was written across the top of the store’s door.
“Oh puleeze,” she groaned.
“Let’s go in,” Mandy suggested.
“Why?” Judith asked.
“For fun,” Mandy said. A tiny bell tinkled as they entered; the door closed behind them with a thud. An Einsteinian-type fellow appeared out of the shadows.
“Ladies?”
“Depends on who’s asking,” Judith replied.
He quirked an eyebrow, not understanding her sarcastic wit.
“You know,” she explained, “it depends on who’s asking if we’re ladies or not.”
“Ahhhh,” he intoned as if chanting a mantra.
“Good God,” she muttered under her breath, turning away. But upon doing so, she spied a three-foot doll standing in the corner, arms raised in greeting.
“Patti Playpal!” Judith shouted before closing her mouth shut.
Mandy inquired: “An old acquaintance?”
“Well, yes,” Judith answered. “I mean, she looks just like Patti, the doll I had as a child.” Judith touched the silky hair. The red crinoline skirt and starched white apron were just like the outfit she used to dress Patti in. The doll’s black patent leather shoes shone. A warm gushy glow enveloped Judith.
Embarrassed, she stepped away and bumped into a shelf full of odds and ends. The candy bar wrapped in silver paper with icy blue trim caught her eye.
“Zero?!” she shouted. “A Zero?”
Mr. Einstein-Yoga master beamed. “Would you like one?”
“A Zero?” Judith repeated. “Those candy bars haven’t been around for at least 40 years. They must be stone hard.”
He shook his head, and white whisks of hair flew around him like electric sparks. “Fresh as the day it was made,” he claimed.
Memories of summers in the pool, swinging in the backyard, playing flashlight tag with the neighbor’s kids burst through Judith’s brain.
“A Zero,” she whispered. “White chocolate on the outside, caramel and nougat on the inside.”
“We’ll have two,” Mandy commanded. “Thanks so much, Uncle Randall!”
The elderly man laughed. “Anything for you, dear. You and your friend are always welcome to ‘Memory Lane.’ ”
A chill crawled up Judith’s spine, crossed her neck, and settled into her scalp. She’d been told that Mandy was an orphan with no family.
As Judith began to ask some probing questions, Mandy’s uncle slapped a Zero in her hand. Judith’s queries disappeared as she slowly unwrapped her childhood.
What item would unwrap your childhood?
Love it! 🙂
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Re-playing with a doll (even if she’s imaginary now) may help bring back those childhood dreams…and the innocence.
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Pam, I tingled as I read this.
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Tingle is good. So, how about you? A favorite scooter waiting for you in Memory Lane?
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… a train set – Christmas 1963.
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There you go! Chug chug chug to childhood memories and the incredible joy of setting up those trains.
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I had a feeling that they were in “The Twilight Zone” as soon as she saw the doll. 🙂
I’m not sure what items. A few weeks ago at my mom’s house, I was pointing out things she still has and telling my niece stuff like that chest was in the front hallway and Zipper the dog used to sleep in front of it. . .
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Sometimes just closing our eyes can bring us back to childhood; sometimes its items, like a chest and the sweet ghost of Zipper (what a great name for a dog!)
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Zipper was unique. My brother (I think) named her–this was before I was born. The story is they named her Zipper because her mother’s name was Buttons. 🙂
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That’s kind of ….poetic! 🙂
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Sweet! For me, it would be my teddy bear and an Orange Crush float.
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Beautiful remembrances, Darlene. I think it’s so important to remember our childhood and the things that meant a lot to us, so we can regain some childhood innocence and sense of wonder. ❤
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So true. My mom will be turning 90 in a few weeks and she just loves teddy bears. I love to see the smile a new teddy bear brings to her face. I am sure it must be a cherished childhood memory. Have a great week!! xo
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My mom is the same way – every time I bring her a new stuffed animal her face just lights up.
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What an intriguing story, Pam. I hope it’s to be continued. The ending is rather delicious. I’m not sure what would unwrap my childhood in quite the same way. But perhaps a coconut flavoured iceblock. I used to love them and now, everytime someone wearing coconut ‘flavoured’ tanning oil or body lotion walks past, I breathe in the scent and remember those coconut iceblocks. So maybe that is unwrapping my childhood. I’m not sure.
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That is precious, Norah. I’ve never heard of a coconut iceblock – but it may be what we called a “sno-cone” when I was a child. Isn’t it neat that the aroma of coconut sun tan lotion can take you to a happy childhood memory? When you sniff, you are definitely unwrapping your childhood.
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Actually, the other day, I was standing in the queue behind a lady wearing a coconut and lime body spray, and I couldn’t help but comment on how much I liked it (my daughter used to wear it too). It smells delicious. I think she thought I was a bit strange (I guess I am 🙂 ) but I meant it as a compliment. It’s so refreshing.
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Oh, I like it. Just like you, I’ll spring up a conversation with strangers (always positive, of course). Isn’t it a shame that a friendly comment from a stranger is scary to some? If we ever get together in “real” live, Norah, I will be wearing coconut/lime body spray!!!
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We’ll have fun chatting, on positive topics of course, and I’ll tell you that I like your body spray, and you’ll say … 🙂
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Lovely, Pam. One of my best childhood memories is the garden shed which, depending on what I was playing, was my house or my shop or a gypsy caravan or simply my den where the kids in my street hung out with me.
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Ohhhh, yes, I can imagine the fun play in that shed, Mary! You brought back the memory of my brother and me bringing out a card table on rainy days, my mom draping a long tablecloth over it, and we played “fort” underneath it for hours. 🙂
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I loved raspberry ripple ice cream. It was made by a local small town dairy and there’s nothing like it anymore. So, I want a one dip cone with raspberry ripple, please.
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Yum! In a nearby town a local diary makes its own ice cream, and in the summer they have something like raspberry ripple ice cream. REALLY! Delish. Thanks for unwrapping your childhood here.
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Wonderful story, Pam. I’ll admit, I’ve always been frightened by dolls…not sure why. Wild Cherry Lip Smackers definitely take me back….and of course, climbing abroad the book mobile.
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Of course you have great memories of the book mobile – I’m sure you were quite a reader even as a child. You reminded me of my first trip to the town’s library – ALL THOSE BOOKS. I was in awe. And now to think that you and I are adding our own books to those library stacks. ❤
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My childhood doll sits on a shelf in my office, watching over me. And I still ride my bike as far away as I can take it. I’d love to play double dutch again. And then pay a nickel for a Hersey bar. Thanks for the quick stroll.
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So glad you strolled along Memory Lane with me here, Janet. How lucky you are to still have your doll – your first childhood friend. Double Dutch! Now I’m itching to play hopscotch again. Wonder if I could make it in those squares nowadays? 🙂
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Oh, that would be one shop I’d love to visit! I love how Judith’s scepticism was won over by Uncle Randall and his memory lane store and you can imagine her softening and warming as she recalls her childhood. One item I was obsessed with for a couple of years was a Little Professor … small handheld yellow calculator-type machine which generated mathematical problems to solve … it made long car journeys a lot more fun! So, Pam…what would unwrap your childhood? Wishing you a great weekend, my friend! hugs xx
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I never heard of the Little Professor – but what a great idea for children to get excited about solving math problems. Your comment about long car journeys brought to mind the hours my brother and I played a car-traveling game called Password on long trips. I don’t think it’s around anymore, but basically it was a word game, and of course that was right up my alley. 🙂
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Pam, you sure unwrapped a magical story. If only… I have fond memories of going to our local shop on a Saturday and gazing fondly at the penny tray of sweets. My pocket money soon gone. Some sweets were saved for great expeditions exploring a local stream with my friend – building dams and pretending we were in far off forests…
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Ah, yes, the imaginary scenes we created when exploring the woods or local streams. You tripped up a memory of mine, hiking without telling my parents to the woods across the street, finding a small stream, and sitting there for hours, sure I’d found a wood fairy. I think that’s when my first sense of awe in the forests began. Now, if I’d had your sweets, I may have never found my way home. 🙂
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😁😁😁
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Red Rider sled !!!
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Of course, the Red Rider sled! And a long snowy hill to go with it. ❤
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Engaging and kind of creepy story Pam! But I’d take the magic and revisit my train set complete with town and accessories that my dad helped me build. It was a source of great joy.
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I know Judith was creeped out a bit in Memory Lane, but I think she never left it. Perhaps you wouldn’t either, if you found your amazing train set there. 🙂
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Great story, Pam. 🙂 I’d like a Zero bar just about now. But to your question… gosh, there are so many when I think about it. Things that remind me of Christmas mornings or summer vacations as a kid. Some, like my ballerina tutu I’d have no use for now, but this makes me realize that there are other experiences/things that don’t have to stay in the past. I need to buy myself a Butterfinger. 🙂
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Wouldn’t it be strange if a Zero bar could be found? So many childhood toys that, if brought back, baby boomers would buy in a mini-second. For their grandchildren, of course. Hahaha.
Hope you enjoyed that Butterfinger. My mom didn’t believe in candy bars, so I was bereft until Halloween came around once a year.
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I didn’t really eat one. It’s not on my 0-carb, 0-sugar diet, but someday, when the time is right, I’ll indulge and enjoy every moment of it!
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I sincerely hope that day is not too far away 🤨.
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Pogo sticks
A stack of Nancy Drew mysteries
Yo-Yos
Thanks for the visit to Memory Lane!
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NANCY !!! You just listed three things that would be on the top of MY list. (Well, maybe not pogo sticks – I was a disaster on them). But I wouldn’t have survived childhood without Nancy Drew. And Yo-Yos. Wait, You meant the little cupcakes called Yo-Yos, right? ;-0 xo
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Vanilla fudge squares in a jar – for a penny! That takes me back! Good one, Warrior Princess… ♥
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Yummmm, I don’t think I’ve ever had a “vanilla fudge square” from a jar or anywhere else. Sounds like a memorable childhood sweet. ❤
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Loved stopping by the back door of the neighborhood bakery where a plate of broken cookies waited for us on our way home from school. Those were the days.
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Those were loving, perfect neighbors, Jeanette. In the good ole days when neighbors were all ….neighborly. Hmmm, I’m off to make cookies and bring some over to the neighbors. 🙂 xo
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So many memories! Thank goodness for Judith’s boss’ brother’s ex-wife’s sister!
My memory lane item would be a Hong Kong Phooey lunchbox. I was obsessed with that terrible cartoon show when I was in elementary school. I banged my metal lunchbox about with pride and delight.
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As expected, you have a unique childhood memory, Mike. I am ashamed (or joyful) to admit I’ve never heard of Hong Kong Phooey. But I was quite sheltered as a child. 🙂
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You’re not missing a thing.
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I thought not. 😝
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This was wonderful, Pam!
Jeez… I never attached myself to any particular thing (is that sad?) but there are wonderful memories…
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Actually, Dale, memories are the best things to feel attached to from childhood, particularly if they’re good ones. 💜
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So very true, Pam.
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We used to have pop that was like Sprite but it was called 2-Way. Do you remember that one? Also, that doll is the same one my sister had (except hers had blonde frizzled hair) – the doll that gave us the creeps when we woke up at night and saw it staring at us from across the room.
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Oh, i’m laughing at the doll giving you and your sister creeps late at night. But I can see that. She was quite “real like.” No, I never heard of 2-Way. Definitely not around the East Coast of the US! Sounds interesting.
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Have you heard of 7-Up? It was around at the same time.
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YES! That sounds more familiar.
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I lost track of my childhood doll, but I remember she had eyes that opened and closed, fringed with thick eyelashes. Even squeezing my eyes shut, I can’t remember.
Sweet, Pam!
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Perhaps it’s a bit scary that, squeezing my eyes shut, Patti Playpal is right in front of me with her sweet patient expression. ;-0
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Great story, Pam! Brought me down memory lane… When I spotted Patti Playpal, it reminded me of my Toni Doll–she came with all the fixing for perming and hair styling her long dark brown hair. Toni’s arrived one Christmas, dressed in a frilly blue dress, white socks and Mary Janes. Thanks for a blast into the past–and for your awesome short! ❤
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Ohhhh, yes! The Toni Doll! I wanted one badly, but Santa never brought her under the Christmas tree. You just gave ME another blast of the past. 🙂
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Still right there with you remembering my Ginny dolls today… I had four of them! Mom made all of their outfits and Dad built furniture for them. They were always my favorites. Only about 8 inches tall. My cousin Mary Jane and I would play with them for hours. I’m still a doll lover. Have given most of mine away to adult daughters and granddaughters too. Oh, those good old days. Thanks for another blast from the past, Pam! 🙂 xo
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Excellent story Pamela. The item that would unwrap my childhood would be a Schwinn 26″ boys bike in maroon. I got it for Christmas in 1951. I was 9 years old and way too small for the bike. I learned to ride it and it stayed with me through high school.
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Wow. They don’t make bikes like they used to. What a strong hearty bike for, I’m sure, a strong hearty boy. Wonderful memory, John.
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It is a good memory, Pamela. Thanks.
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Paper currency that could buy everything! We would just tear up paper to create loads of money and go shopping! 🙂
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Now that’s imaginative play!! I love reading this, Balroop. Thanks for unwrapping here with me.
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Pam, I have been thinking of you since I too bumped into a story but only you can make it witty and it is to prosaic to be put into a poem.
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I loved the big chunks of sponge taffy we used to buy at the canteen at our outdoor skating rink – eaten by the pot-bellied wood stove. Wonderful nostalgic memories.
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Beautiful remembrance. I’ve never tasted sponge taffy (and I was a horrible ice skater), but your words here brought me with you to your childhood. xo
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Your title today intrigued me. Oh, what a walk down memory lane. I had a dark-haired 3-year-old doll with curly hair. I named her Shirley. And, a ballerina music box. I remember Zero bars and penny candy stores with red licorice, Swedish fish candy, bulls eyes, and candy cigarettes.
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You’re the first one who also remembers Zero bars! Yay. One of my writing students heard my story and she found a small store in Maine that sells them — still! And she brought me some. I could call this, “Biting into Childhood.” 🙂 Oh, and those candy cigarettes. So non-PC now, but I can still taste their pink sugary sweetness. ❤
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I read this with pleasure. The story is sweet and filled with charm and nostalgia. More stories such as this one would be nice- that is if you have the inclination.
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Thanks for enjoying this unwrapping to childhood, Yvonne. My stories go where my muse leads me. I seem to have no control! Thus, I’m as surprised as you are every week. :-0 ❤
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This is great, Pam! I love these memories. I kind of remember the Zero bar!
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A writing student read this story and delivered a Zero to me. Turns out they still make them. 😕 She found Zeros in a small candy store in Maine. Who knew?!
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This story has a great sense both of eeriness and nostalgia Pam – the gift of those childhood memories though I do sense that there could be a price for reliving them!
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Yes, you’re right, Andrea. Much like Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray, who pays a price for not aging. ;-0
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Fabulous story, Pam, and I love the ending. I saved my dolls at my mother’s insistence, and now I want to go play with them! I had a doll named Tammy who looks just like the Patti doll in your story. As for sugary treats, mallomars come to mind – graham crackers, marshmallow, and chocolate – yum! I must go looking for some!
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Oh my gosh – MALLOMARS. I used to stash them away secretly in my bedroom. ;–0 And guess what, you still play with dolls! 🙂 xo
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Good one.
For me, a packet of salt and vinegar crisps for sure!! Or maybe a “chocolate log” candy bar. Or a crunchie … which whenever I see them, in places like San Francisco (no idea why) I buy them. They are full of sugar, way too sweet, but when I eat them I am a ten year old back in South Africa standing outside the local corner shop having just spent my all my pocket money on these goodies.
Peta
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Isn’t it interesting how sweets return us to our childhood, Peta? My mom never let my brother or me buy them, so on the few occasions we got them through friends (or Halloween), oh, what a joy!
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A lovely story, Pam. I really enjoyed it. My rag dolls remind me of my childhood. I have four.
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There was something about rag dolls that we loved as children. And still… as adults! Four – aren’t you lucky. ❤
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I have so many unanswered questions. What a delightful story.
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I know, like what happens to Judith, and is Mandy for real… or a ghost/spirit perhaps like Uncle Randall? The biggest question perhaps is, do they ever leave Memory Lane? ;-0 Many thanks for reading and enjoying, Jacqui.
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Oh Pam – I love it! You’re such a clever writer – a perfect mix of heart warming and slightly scary, and so imaginative. Hmmm – what would I unwrap? Kittens! One morning, I must’ve been about 8 or 9 I think, I went downstairs to watch early morning kids TV (it was Sunday, we were allowed…) and I crept into the sleeping bag I’d left ready and waiting. The cat had had kittens, and she and her little ones were all curled up at the bottom! I had to take them out of the sleeping bag…hence, unwrap… 🙂 xxx
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Thanks for recognizing the pulled-both-ways in many of my stories. A lot of real, but also often a touch of the supernatural.
But your kitten memory is all soft fuzziness. What a perfect surprise for a young girl. ❤
PS – I recently used your sensitive/sensible writing exercise – the students loved it. 🙂
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Oh so loved this story Pam, it evoked loving memories of our village sweet shop.. Mine would be a Barley Sugar Twist. six inches in length.. and as thick as your little finger of an adult.. A sugar candy that was around . I would make them last and last until they had a devilish sharp point then crunch the point of and grind it with my teeth lol.. We never got many treats,…. Don’t know if you had them in the USA… The zero bar looked delicious.. 🙂 we never had them..
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Isn’t it interesting how sweets hold a special place in our childhood memories? I’ve never heard of a Barley Sugar Twist, but from your description, I think I would have enjoyed it slowly and deliciously just the way you did. 🙂
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I did a search on line to see if they still sold them.. And I came across this link with a picture.. 🙂 lol..
https://www.monmoreconfectionery.co.uk/stockleys-barley-stks-80x12p
Much love..
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Yummmm. But it does say “out of stock.” Hopefully not since 1966. 🙂
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Haha… 🙂 Well it may have been around about that time I was crunching away 🙂 on them.. lol.. Age 12.. 🙂
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A Ginny doll, no doubt about it. My Ginny had her own bed and furniture made of little boxes we’d find, and my Mom used to sew clothes for her. There was an alcove under part of my very small bedroom, which, in the room, made a permanent “table” of sorts – Ginny’s apartment. I come across Zero bars every now and then and still love them – white chocolate! (Hershey’s makes them, now.) I’m glad Judith’s eyes got opened a little – she needs to relax!
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If Judith spent a bit more time with Patti Playpal, I bet she would be more relaxed. We all need to feel comfortable with our childhood toys (AND candy bars). 🙂 You brought back a memory of mine I’d forgotten about – making beds for my baby dolls out of cardboard boxes. GREAT memory, Jeanne,
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Should I mention you can get Zero bars on Amazon? Hee, hee.
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I would bring back my Debbi doll. I loved her so much. She was my best friend for many years. I had three brothers, no sisters so she filled the gap for me. Then I put her away. When I was much older I went back to get her from the attic and to my horror, she was gone. My brothers had decided to clean out the attic one day and without telling me, they tossed my Debbie doll out along with a few stuffed animals I loved. It took me forever to get over it. Actually, after reading this story, I might still not be over it. Oh, and I too remember the Zero bar.
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Oh, brother — brothers!!! How could they get rid of Debbi? I’m so sorry. I think you should look for another one. I love your description of how important she was to you – a sister in a way. ❤
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I think those Zero bars took them back in time alright. 🙂
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Yes, we’ll blame it on the Zero bars! Which I’ve discovered…still exist! xo
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Lol 🙂 xx
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My sister is not a new age hippie, but she does like to drag me to antique stores. And yes, I’m reluctant. And I do get bored because she wants to stay so long. But there are always some things in a good antique store that bring back memories. I don’t think I would recognize any of my dolls though.
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Weirdly, I can see my doll when I close my eyes. Perhaps that is creepy!
Antique stores give us some nice fodder for writing. I like to imagine who once sat in that gold horsehair sofa, or who once looked at herself in the round-mirrored walnut dresser. They just don’t make some of those glorious things any more.
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Ah nice Pam. For me maybe the gobstopper machines that used to deliver one down a chute for one or two pennies. Phased out as ‘unhygienic’ about 50 years ago but I don’t recall anyone being struck down with a deadly disease from one.
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Ahh, the younger set are so coddled, aren’t they? I remember sliding down snowy hills without a coat, much less a helmet. :–0 And yes, I used to love those penny candy machines. Sigh.
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This made me think of the the book by Stephen King called “Needful Things” which is a little slow and weird (of course) because it IS Stephen King after all. It starts out with a man who owns a shop and whatever someone wants or needs, it is available. Love your story much more!
I think there are several things that would take me back to my childhood. Food wise it would be Sugar Pops cereal (known as Corn Pops today) because it was something my grandparents always had. Cotton candy is another one because we had a small amusement park that was a permanent fixture at the local city park. Even as a teenager, I would go there to get some so I could feel the comfort of childhood. It was closed and everything sold off which is so sad to me now.
I like this thought… maybe I will write something about it.
Hope you had a good Thanksgiving!
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Hi Courtney (btw, I love your photo icon here… smiling, as I imagine you). Yes, interesting how food can bring us back to that innocent time of childhood. Corn Pops – hah. So bad for us, but good for your grandparents, knowing you’d just love them. Cotton candy – special at those small fairs/amusement parks, and sad that it’s a thing from your past, no longer available. But you know what? Uncle Randall would love you to come visit at Memory Lane (but you just might never return….) 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving week! ❤
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Since this week is usually about food, it was a good memory. Wish I had an uncle Randall. LOL!
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I had a Cousin Tommy (my mom’s cousin, actually, but always knowns as “Cousin Tommy”) who was a special man, a man I think a lot like Uncle Randall….
BTW, should I could you Kim or Courtney? ;-0
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Lol…I don’t care. Courtney is my pen name. I kind of wish I had not done that now but oh well. 🙄
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Ohhhh, good to know…. Kim. xo
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You opened a pandora’s box with this for me. Childhood was mostly an illusion but I gave it careful thought about what brings me back to that time. I had to look it up but even found a Youtube video of how they are made and was just blown away. It’s called Mohrenkopf. A little bit of heaven in an unstable and harsh world. More than 60 years later they are still being made. We have a German deli downtown and when I can get there, I buy a box and eat them almost at one sitting. If you are interested, here’s the link. I was surprised at first so hang in there with it. It’s not that long.
I loved this story. Reminiscent of Twilight Zone.
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How have I never experienced a Mohrenkopf?? Marshmallow and chocolate together (I looked up the recipe). The video is excellent. I hope you bought a box for your new year (I’ve never seen them). Happy Happy New Year to you. ❤
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You will probably only find them at a German Deli that imports a lot of sweets. 🙂 I didn’t find them again until a few years ago after moving to Portland, OR. I had some for Christmas. 🙂 Happy New Year to you as well, Pam.
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