Grandpa’s Candy Jar

When I was a little girl, I used to raid Grandpa's candy jar when I visited.   It was a small, etched glass behind a smooth brown cupboard door usually filled with lemon drops - which I loved despite the puckering.  But, every now and then he'd fill it with these little pink peppermints.  They were …

Monkey

Christmas 1982 I was a little farm girl furiously tearing through wrapping paper, uncovering every last present Santa had deposited beneath our skinny tree. I was especially fond of a Strawberry Shortcake doll whose belly would push out cool, strawberry scented air when squeezed. I carried it around with me everywhere until it was replaced …