My grandparents — my father’s father and mother — always kept a jar of Bit-O-Honey candies on their kitchen counter. The glass jar clasped shut with a metal clamp. I was barely tall enough to reach the counter. I would stand on my tip toes, flick the jar toward me with my fingertips, slide the jar into my hands, unfasten the lid, grab a candy, unwrap it, pop it in my mouth, stuff the waxy wrapper deep into my pocket, put the lid back on, and slide the jar back up on the counter before anyone noticed me.
I loved your story about your grandparents and you being the
bit-o- honey bandit! I'm guessing you're Curt's son. Your grandparents were a lot of fun. Our families became good friends because we were neighbors. I have plenty of happy & fun memories with the Johnson clan. I'm looking forward to reading more of your stories.
Hello Andrew!
I loved your story about your grandparents and you being the
bit-o- honey bandit! I'm guessing you're Curt's son. Your grandparents were a lot of fun. Our families became good friends because we were neighbors. I have plenty of happy & fun memories with the Johnson clan. I'm looking forward to reading more of your stories.
This is so good.