[giotto]

those awful "Boston Baked Beans"

Yes! Isn't it strange how one remembers such insignificant things. Of course, when you're a kid, candy is not an insignificant thing, especially if you were raised by a mother who refused to buy candy for fear it would rot teeth. Until I started earning my own money at age nine, I very rarely got any candy. That's probably why I'm such a sugar addict now. As usual, it's my mother's fault.

[katnip]

We weren't allowed much candy or soda either.

On Sundays we were given a nickel to buy candy at the drug store after church. Soda was only if we were lucky enough to go the the candy store with Mom which was rare.
We'd sit at the counter and have chocolate egg creams and pretzel sticks.

My poor son will only have memories of going to 7-11 LOL.