"How Sweet It's,"
announces the sign that welcomes travelers to
the current day borough of Brooklyn. Anyone
who spent his yesteryear inside
the fifties recognizes these words bellowed by Ralph Kramden, the
scheming bus driver from Gotham who drove over
the core
of the decade in
a popular television sitcom referred
to as Honeymooners. Equally memorable for
him or her of
the bygone decade for
its sweetness and
recognition could
be the corner candy
store. Today Sharon Johnson (retired Philadelphia teacher) and
self-described "child at heart" nostalgically recalls becoming
an adult in Muskegon, Michigan as
well as the role candy stores played
in her childhood. Lee-lee as Alice, a
worker at Brinks candy
store, affectionately nicknamed Sharon describes Muskegon as
being a blue-collar small town with several candy stores that competed
to
the pennies and nickels in
the schoolchildren. Brinks stood on
the corner of Apple and Scott streets across from
your public elementary school. Alice sold penny and nickel candies,
and
at Christmas
time she'd
liven
up like Father
christmas. Brinks also served food.reizhusten Your
children socialized around
the block or school yard. When asked
to name her favorite candy, Sharon paused for
a moment and said," I
reckon that them
all. However
i sometimes obtain
a longing
for licorice wheels and root beer barrels." Psychologists claim
that frequent nostalgic trips down memory lane aren't
just the wasteful indulgences of
your senior
but contribute in
the positive method
to mental health. Author Marina Krakovsky notes: "Such reminiscence
could
be healthier than you
imagine. Despite nostalgia's bittersweet rap and
the oft-heard advice to
reside in the
moment, studies declare
that the
sporadic detour down memory lane can
give your spirits a
significant lift." (Psychology Today Magazine, May/Jun 2006) Based
on researchers from Loyola University sojourns of just 20
minutes per
day in
the ancient
days may
have the
advantages of giving
you a
contented outlook. Growing
up having
a father who
had been a bus driver and
a Kramden double, I
came to be a frequenter of candy stores.
One store looms larger inside my memory than these do. Nino's was located on the corner of East 58th street and Avenue N in a part of Brooklyn generally known as Mill Basin. It was equidistant from the house and Mary Queen of Heaven, the parochial elementary school I attended. A shop lured neighborhood kids from blue-collar families on their way from school. During lunch time, Nino's was crowded with all the uniforms of Catholic schoolchildren needing to spend their Biggio, Candy Store,2 allowances or earnings from cashing in deposit bottles to meet their hankering for sweets. Funny, Irrrve never remember seeing adults at the candy store. The grownups spent their lunchtime consuming serious adult food at Sam's luncheonette or John's delicatessen. Nino, the store's owner and namesake, focused on his customers selling many different items. There were school supplies for example marble notebooks, homework pads (Egad! in the present school jargon agenda books) and loose leaf.
There are favors for very last minute moms who had forgotten party supplies for Timmy or Sally. A heap of cheap metal toys (now pricey collectables) stamped manufactured in Japan could possibly be based in the back from the store. A rack in the store's center bulged with comic books. Superman, Casper, and Wendy, Archie, Jughead went spinning as kids wanted their favorites. The greater scholarly-minded schoolmates passed on the superheroes for the series called Classics Illustrated. The illustrators transformed classic works for example Ivanhoe, Three Musketeers, and Robinson Caruso into comic book format. Most kids attended Nino's not for school supplies, toys or comics. They went along to satisfy their cravings for candy and to socialize with friends.
Eyes widened, small fingers pointed towards the penny and nickel candies enclosed in a glass case. Button candy coming from all colors and flavors dotted strips of paper some of the paper and candy were inseparable. Jawbreakers and Bazooka bubble gum must be enjoyed before going back to school. Any miscreant caught chewing bubble gum in college was given a stern look or worse punishment with the Dominican sisters. Candy can't only be sweet but fun. Remember fondly the big red wax lips and gum the same shape as cigars despite an authentic looking ring. As kids, we would chew away on candy or chocolate cigarettes in boxes or cases that resembled the true ones our parents puffed. "Meet me at Nino's after school" teenagers called together because they left childhood to hold out with the fountain. The fountain was a magnificent masterpiece of design manufactured from shiny wood and marble that wrapped around its sides. On the fountain, Nino created ice cream sundaes, splits and floats. All ice cream was hand dipped.
There
was no canned soda at
a shop. Nino would mix seltzer with syrups. Kids would sip their
cherry cokes, lime rickies and egg creams as
the years spun by on those stools. Historically the old
fashion candy store was part
of the cityscape. Mother
and pop candy
store captured in
a Norman Rockwell picture exists inside
our memories. This
is a little
bit of Americana replaced
by supermarkets and gourmet specialty stores. Driving
under the influence the
impulse for
a lot of traditional
candy try online candy stores or
if you don't mind retro try the Cracker Barrel restaurant chain.
Next
time you
are feeling a
little blue grab
yourself a licorice wheel, switch
on Nickelodeon, enjoy an
episode of
The Honeymooners and ruminate using
the bus driver from Brooklyn about "How Sweet It Is".
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