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.
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Thank you for sharing that very “sweet” story Jen! You’re blessed to have such wonderful memories! 😀 ❤
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There are many sweet memories in my family! Blessed and grateful. Thank-you for responding.
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I am so sorry I called you Jen. I thought I was reading her post and I am very fatigued today and having a hard time keeping things straight. I truly am sorry for that because I am not good with names to begin with–one of my thorns! 😀 ❤
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I’ll take being called Jen over being called all sorts of other things! Prayers for you, Deborah; may you get some sweet, healing rest for body and brain. Blessings, Teressa
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Thank you for that Teressa it is so kind of you! ❤
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