A sweet treat, cherished still
When I was a little kid on Mohican Street in Glens Falls in the 1930s, there was a Depression going on, but I did not know that. My two sisters and I went to St. Mary’s Academy, where we wore uniforms. I was the youngest, and when I started school, my mother went to work in a glove factory. In reflection, we really had an awful lot of freedom.
My favorite memory of that time was going to a movie and buying a Hershey bar. The movie was 10 cents and the bar was 5 cents.
This year, instead of flowers Rob bought me a Hershey bar on Thanksgiving. It measures 17 by 9 inches and weighs five pounds. I laughed for at least five minutes, thinking of my little 5 cent bar. The wrapper reads “since 1894.”
Yesterday I cut the bar into three pieces. I wrapped two pieces and hid them. The remaining piece is here on the kitchen table.
No, you cannot have a piece.