"Do you want to go to the store?" asks Kathy to her little brother.
"Okay" replies David.
Kathy earnestly says to her brother, "You go ask Dad."
"No, you go ask", he replies.
"Yeah, but he's sleeping. He might get mad if we wake him".
"Maybe if you ask real nice, he won't get too mad," suggests David.
"Fine, I'll go," says Kathy.
Up the stairs she goes to the living room. Dad is having a nap on the couch.
"Dad?" Kathy asks tentatively. "Can we go to the store?"
"Hmmm...", Dad grumbles.
"Can we go to the store?" Kathy repeats.
Dad replies sleepily "Yeah, I guess so." Dad turns over on the couch.
Kathy runs back down the stairs.
"Dad said we can to to store", she tells David.
"Did he give you any money?" he asks.
"No," she says. "I'll go ask him."
Back up the stairs, Kathy tentatively approaches her father once again.
She says "Dad? Can I have a quarter? David needs one too."
"Why do you want a quarter?" their dad asks grumpily.
"You said we could go to the store. To get some candy. Remember?
"Humph" says Dad, as he rolls over, reaches into his pocket and digs out two quarters.
"Don't spend in all in one place", Dad jokes.
"Thanks," says Kathy.
She hollers to her brother "Let's go!"
Our favourite place to go for candy was Mac's Milk convenience store. Once we got our quarters from Dad, David and I would walk to the store, discussing our prospective choices.
Here is a list of my favourite candies I enjoyed as a child:
Pop Rocks
Bottle Caps
Lik'm Aid Fun Dip - I called it "Lick'em Sticks"
Gum - Chiclets, Gold Mine (the little yellow nuggets that came in a drawstring sack), Bazooka, Bubble Yum, Bubblicious and Hubba Bubba - which did not stick to my braces!
York Peppermint Patties
Popeye Candy Cigarettes
Candy Charm Bracelets
SweeTarts
Tic Tacs Original
and Fanta Orange pop. I know it's not candy, but it was the best orange pop. It came in a glass bottle, with a cap that had to be pried off with a bottle opener.
Two candies that were only available in Canada and possibly still are that my parents enjoyed were McIntosh's Toffee (Dad) and Coffee Crisp chocolate bars (Mom). And my dad really liked Wrigley's Big Red gum. I sort of liked it, but it was hot on the tongue!
What candies did you enjoy as a child? Leave me a comment and let me know.
Thanks, Thomas for the idea.
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Monday, September 15, 2008
Monday Memories
The Hairdressers
It's Saturday morning, and Edie sits on the chesterfield reading a book and sipping her coffee. She thinks to herself how nice it is to have a little bit of peace and quiet.
Too late, here come the kids. "Whatcha doin' Mom?" asks Kathy.
Edie replies "Reading my book."
David says "Oh."
A few moments pass by. "Do you want something?" asks Edie.
"Nope" reply both children.
A few more moments pass by. Then David asks "Mommy, can we play hairdresser?"
Edie sighs, knowing that the peace and quiet is now long gone. She says "Alright."
Kathy and David go tearing down the hall to the bathroom. The vanity drawer is yanked open, and David grabs the combs and brush. "I'll get the pins and curlers" says Kathy. "Yeah" says David. "Bring them too."
Loaded with their hairdressing equipment, the young children run back into the living room. Kathy inquires "Mommy, can we use water?"
"No, not today" answers Edie. "The last time you two used water, I got a little wet!"
David and Kathy climb onto the back of the chesterfield. Edie sits on the middle cushion. She is very patient as her son combs her hair on the left side. Her daughter starts brushing on the right side. "Ow!" says Edie. "Not so hard."
"Oops! Sorry, Mommy" says Kathy.
David decides he wants to put some curlers in his mother's hair. "I want to make you look pretty" he says.
"Thanks" replies Edie. David grabs a handful of hair and tries to wind it around one of the porcupine looking curlers. It doesn'twork. He decides to try again. He pulls harder on Edie's hair. "Oow!" Edie gives a little shriek. "David, not so hard please."
"Okay. Sorry, Mommy."
In the meantime Kathy has decided that her mommy needs some bobby pins to hold the new 'do she has created. She jabs a bobby pin into her mother's scalp. "OWW!" yelps Edie. "Kathy, please be careful."
"Sorry."
A few more minutes of creative hairdressing go by. David decides he wants to use some bobby pins, too. Kathy grabs the comb and yanks back on her mother's bangs. Edie tries to be patient as her 4 year old son and 6 year old daughter make her look '"pretty". However, her scalp is stinging. Time to call it quits.
"Are you done yet?" she asks.
"Almost" says David.
"Almost" says Kathy.
"Hurry up" requests Edie.
"Okay, I'm done" says Kathy.
"Me, too" chimes David.
Edie reaches for the mirror on the coffee table. She holds it up and admires her new hair do. There is a curler dangling by a few hairs over her left ear. Bobby pins are sticking out on the right side of her head. Her bangs have been brushed straight back off of her face and pinned down with more bobby pins. "Oh," she says, "this looks lovely!"
Her children beam from ear to ear. They are proud of their work and think their mommy looks pretty.
This was written in memory of my mom, Edie Carlisle Michon who passed away on this day, three years ago. Thanks, Mom for being such a patient customer!
It's Saturday morning, and Edie sits on the chesterfield reading a book and sipping her coffee. She thinks to herself how nice it is to have a little bit of peace and quiet.
Too late, here come the kids. "Whatcha doin' Mom?" asks Kathy.
Edie replies "Reading my book."
David says "Oh."
A few moments pass by. "Do you want something?" asks Edie.
"Nope" reply both children.
A few more moments pass by. Then David asks "Mommy, can we play hairdresser?"
Edie sighs, knowing that the peace and quiet is now long gone. She says "Alright."
Kathy and David go tearing down the hall to the bathroom. The vanity drawer is yanked open, and David grabs the combs and brush. "I'll get the pins and curlers" says Kathy. "Yeah" says David. "Bring them too."
Loaded with their hairdressing equipment, the young children run back into the living room. Kathy inquires "Mommy, can we use water?"
"No, not today" answers Edie. "The last time you two used water, I got a little wet!"
David and Kathy climb onto the back of the chesterfield. Edie sits on the middle cushion. She is very patient as her son combs her hair on the left side. Her daughter starts brushing on the right side. "Ow!" says Edie. "Not so hard."
"Oops! Sorry, Mommy" says Kathy.
David decides he wants to put some curlers in his mother's hair. "I want to make you look pretty" he says.
"Thanks" replies Edie. David grabs a handful of hair and tries to wind it around one of the porcupine looking curlers. It doesn'twork. He decides to try again. He pulls harder on Edie's hair. "Oow!" Edie gives a little shriek. "David, not so hard please."
"Okay. Sorry, Mommy."
In the meantime Kathy has decided that her mommy needs some bobby pins to hold the new 'do she has created. She jabs a bobby pin into her mother's scalp. "OWW!" yelps Edie. "Kathy, please be careful."
"Sorry."
A few more minutes of creative hairdressing go by. David decides he wants to use some bobby pins, too. Kathy grabs the comb and yanks back on her mother's bangs. Edie tries to be patient as her 4 year old son and 6 year old daughter make her look '"pretty". However, her scalp is stinging. Time to call it quits.
"Are you done yet?" she asks.
"Almost" says David.
"Almost" says Kathy.
"Hurry up" requests Edie.
"Okay, I'm done" says Kathy.
"Me, too" chimes David.
Edie reaches for the mirror on the coffee table. She holds it up and admires her new hair do. There is a curler dangling by a few hairs over her left ear. Bobby pins are sticking out on the right side of her head. Her bangs have been brushed straight back off of her face and pinned down with more bobby pins. "Oh," she says, "this looks lovely!"
Her children beam from ear to ear. They are proud of their work and think their mommy looks pretty.
This was written in memory of my mom, Edie Carlisle Michon who passed away on this day, three years ago. Thanks, Mom for being such a patient customer!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Monday Memories
DOWNTOWN FRIDAY
It is Friday morning, 7:00 a.m. and time to get out of the top bunk in Grandma's room. Breakfast is poached eggs with toast, and of course, a cup of tea. The two blonde-haired children are wiggly in their chairs with excitement. Today is downtown day.
As young children, my brother and I would spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa George‟s house if there was no school on Friday. Fridays with Grandma and Grandpa were exciting for us suburban kids.
Riding the bus down-town, we would get off at the corner of University and Ouellette Avenue. First stop, the Bank of Montreal. In through the front door, wait in line and try not to get into trouble while Grandpa did the banking. Finally we are finished and we go out through the side door, across Chatham St., and down the block to the Bell Telephone office. It doesn‟t matter that the telephone bill is only paid once a month, we stop in to say "hello" to Mrs. Kennedy.
Then it is across Ouellette to the Post Office to mail letters overseas and purchase more stamps. Sometimes I am able to buy a stamp for my collection.
Next, we cross Chatham St. to the S.S. Kresge department store. In through the north entrance, the lunch counter was on the right. The bakery was to the left at the front of the store. The wooden floor creaks under our footsteps as we approach the bakery counter. My little brother and I smudge the glass of the display case as we gaze at the delicious treats. Grandma has selected some tarts and cookies. The large lady behind the counter puts the goodies into the cardboard box and with a flurry of her hands she ties it perfectly with a bow from the spool of twine suspended overhead. Here comes Grandpa with his butter rum LifeSavers and handkerchiefs. Time to head to the check out. Then it is out the back door onto Pelissier Street.
We walk up half a block to University Avenue and then onto Steve 'N Eddy's Fish and Chips.
Once there, Grandpa chooses a table in Florence's section. We always had to sit in Florence's section. She was Grandpa George's favourite waitress. A delicious lunch of halibut fish, French fries and coleslaw was enjoyed by us all.
When lunch is finished, we say good-bye to Florence and walk to the bus stop. It is time for us to head back to Grandma and Grandpa's house. It is almost 1:00 p.m. Time for them to have their afternoon nap.
Originally published in Volume 29, Issue 3, Trails, newsletter of the Essex Branch, Ontario Genealogical Society. Used with permission.
It is Friday morning, 7:00 a.m. and time to get out of the top bunk in Grandma's room. Breakfast is poached eggs with toast, and of course, a cup of tea. The two blonde-haired children are wiggly in their chairs with excitement. Today is downtown day.
As young children, my brother and I would spend the night at Grandma and Grandpa George‟s house if there was no school on Friday. Fridays with Grandma and Grandpa were exciting for us suburban kids.
Riding the bus down-town, we would get off at the corner of University and Ouellette Avenue. First stop, the Bank of Montreal. In through the front door, wait in line and try not to get into trouble while Grandpa did the banking. Finally we are finished and we go out through the side door, across Chatham St., and down the block to the Bell Telephone office. It doesn‟t matter that the telephone bill is only paid once a month, we stop in to say "hello" to Mrs. Kennedy.
Then it is across Ouellette to the Post Office to mail letters overseas and purchase more stamps. Sometimes I am able to buy a stamp for my collection.
Next, we cross Chatham St. to the S.S. Kresge department store. In through the north entrance, the lunch counter was on the right. The bakery was to the left at the front of the store. The wooden floor creaks under our footsteps as we approach the bakery counter. My little brother and I smudge the glass of the display case as we gaze at the delicious treats. Grandma has selected some tarts and cookies. The large lady behind the counter puts the goodies into the cardboard box and with a flurry of her hands she ties it perfectly with a bow from the spool of twine suspended overhead. Here comes Grandpa with his butter rum LifeSavers and handkerchiefs. Time to head to the check out. Then it is out the back door onto Pelissier Street.
We walk up half a block to University Avenue and then onto Steve 'N Eddy's Fish and Chips.
Once there, Grandpa chooses a table in Florence's section. We always had to sit in Florence's section. She was Grandpa George's favourite waitress. A delicious lunch of halibut fish, French fries and coleslaw was enjoyed by us all.
When lunch is finished, we say good-bye to Florence and walk to the bus stop. It is time for us to head back to Grandma and Grandpa's house. It is almost 1:00 p.m. Time for them to have their afternoon nap.
Originally published in Volume 29, Issue 3, Trails, newsletter of the Essex Branch, Ontario Genealogical Society. Used with permission.
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