On the left: Dad’s latest gizmo.
On the right: Grandma’s candy dish.
My father fills his candy dispenser with jelly beans.
His mother always had lemon drops in her dish.
The candy dispenser arrived in the mail a month ago.
Mom rescued the candy dish at a garage sale after Grandma Marion died.
We always have m&m’s at our house. They’re my husband’s favorite. When I’ve tried keep lemon drops in Grandma’s dish, the candy becomes a sticky blob.
Whatever is in it, I remember visiting Grandma Marion on my to and from college. Columbus was about half way between Baker and Missoula. Sometimes I’d spend the night on her coach; sometimes she just fed me lunch. By that time she was on oxygen 24/7 – cigarettes have a way of ruining lung function. She still worked her crossword puzzles, kept a few plants, and would liked to have gone fishing on Yellowstone River.
Turn the knob, get a treat. Or not. This was Dad’s first attempt at making a candy dispenser and it tends to jam. So sometimes you have to tip it or shake it or both; he says he has now perfected the design. Not matter, it’s still fun.