Thursday, February 1, 2007
Moon Pies and RC Colas
Tuesday morning on the way to work I had to make an emergency diet Pepsi run. Monday I didn’t have a diet Pepsi at work and it wasn’t a pretty day!
Walking through Big Star, I was stopped in the middle of an aisle by a Moon Pie display.
You remember Moon Pies, don’t you? And RC Colas?
I had to buy a box of chocolate and a box of banana Moon Pies to send to an ailing friend in California.
“Hugs Marilyn” — a friend from my quilting email list (she always signs her messages “Hugs, Marilyn”) might need IV antibiotics and is just generally not doing as well as she’d like and I’d thought about sending her a “happy” anyway.
Walking past the Moon Pies was like a bolt of lightning. I instantly knew what I wanted to send her.
Hugs Marilyn has never eaten a Moon Pie — never even heard of one. She’s never heard of RC Cola either. She’s been so deprived!
Checking out, Christine, Martha and I, along with several others standing in the line at Big Star, had to reminisce for a bit.
Christine fondly remembers Mr. Knott’s store across from where The Hut used to be.
I went down memory lane to the Blind Man’s Store — a couple blocks from where we lived in Memphis, Tenn.
My sister Peggy and I would walk to the Blind Man’s Store in the summer at lunchtime quite often and get those big ole dill pickles — we’d bring them home and slice them up and have one of our favorite summertime lunches — peanut butter and dill pickle sandwiches. Yummmmm! (My mother was a Yankee and apparently, it’s a “Yankee” thing.)
I loved the Blind Man’s Store — it was a narrow building and when you came in the door, there was an aisle between the wall and the only counter that ran the length of the store.
Standing there in that aisle with a nickel clutched in my hot little hand, I was in heaven! All that candy spread out was enough to make you drool.
I never knew the Blind Man’s name — he was always called the Blind Man and was totally respected and even feared.
You didn’t dare touch anything on or around the counter. He knew instantly what you touched and whether you had any business touching it. Many a knuckle was rapped by his cane for “unnecessary” touching (mine included).
I can’t wait for “Hugs Marilyn” to get her care package of Moon Pies. But before I mail it, I have got to find an RC Cola in a plastic bottle. I’m sure it’s against some law somewhere to have a Moon Pie without an RC!
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