Nana had a glass candy dish . . .
One of my earliest memories is the sight of it sparkling on a little table in her parlor.
It was usually filled with Canada Mints.
As a very young child, whenever I’d visit Nana’s house, there were three things to relish:
First, the moment I came through the door – she’d be waiting. She’d gather me into a big hug, my cheek at apron-level, and we’d both let out little squeals of delight.
Second, an ever-present aroma of something wonderful cooking on the stove.
And finally, there was that candy dish!
I was fascinated by the fact it was always so accessible! This was not the case in my own home, where my mother had a few small children and probably felt that unattended candy could be a choking hazard.
But at Nana’s, you could have a piece any old time you wanted! Her only admonition: “Don’t take more than a few – you’ll get a stomach ache!”
Gosh, I loved those Canada Mints!
Recently, I thought about them and decided to try and find some in our area. I bought a package marked “Canada Mints”, but when I opened them – I discovered they were a rather poor version of my childhood treat. The rounded edges were chipped and very uneven – as if the candy mold had been ripped off too quickly. The word “Canada” was blurry and even the flavor somehow seemed more artificial.
It was a bit disappointing, but as most of us learn by the time we’re grown; we can’t really “go home again” . . .
The thing is though, if I close my eyes – I can still smell and taste that original candy from so long ago.
And if I listen very intently, I can still hear Nana’s soothing voice . . . and feel the warmth of her hugs.
Aren’t we lucky when a happy memory, all by itself, is enough? 🙂