There are times in a person's life as they grow older that memories of childhood can pop up. If this happens to you, I hope they are all blessed - good memories for you. Today was one of those days for me and as to not let the memory pass, I thought I'd take a short break and post.
When my brother and I went to live with gram I think I was close to seven years of age. Though, my brother was much younger he doesn't remember what I do; I remember having some of my best times and most fun memories there. We were in and out, riding bikes and playing with cousins, spending time at the old farmhouse, enjoying just being kids. When you'd make it back into the house you would smell home cooking. I don't know exactly the family favorite for dinner was, but I would venture to say spaghetti and meatballs was at the top of that list. Gram's go to brand seemed to be Contadina and maybe Hunts, my favorite go to can tomatoes is Cento, hands down and Hunts if they're out of the other.
This all brings me to my childhood memory I had to smile about. When I was working around the house today, I decided to do a bit of rearranging. I had been keeping a "Christmas/Thanksgiving" cactus in a very large Starbucks mug we bought in Cleveland. Would you believe it bloomed again this Spring! Well, I decided that I would take the already plotted cactus out of the mug and put it somewhere else in doing so what the pot was sitting on in the mug was a large can of Cento tomatoes that I had forgotten about. Then I had to laugh as the memory hit me.
We didn't have the amount of toy kids seem to be embellished with today, so we had to be a bit more creative. I loved playing store, and sometimes my grandad (Pap) would be one of my customers. I set up a pretend checkout area by the couch and have products curtesy of the spinning corner cupboard that had all the canned items needed. Everyone seemed to be buying the canned tomatoes, which I figured my customers were making spaghetti and meatballs. I had a lot of fun and when I was done, I must have placed the "leftover" supply in my pretend warehouse behind the couch and went on about my day. Of course, as time went on it was forgotten about and my gram didn't have a clue since she never came into my store. She shopped at Thorofare just across from Kroger's. Ha-ha Well anyway, she planned on making some "skeddy" as my brother would say and of course, she was out of tomatoes and paste. ;) So, it was put off till she went back shopping, though she was certain she previously bought some!
I'm thinking this happened a couple times in which I had overlooked my warehouse and just grabbed new products from the spinning corner cupboard. Eventually she found my warehouse while she moved the couch out to clean. She might have found the cans sooner if she moved the couch, but that house was NEVER dusty or dirty, never! When she did find them, I heard down the hall WHAT! and run to see what it was all about - When I got there, I'm sure Imade a sheepish face and smiled. The moral to the story, if there were one, is shop local~ ha-ha
Though funny I need to be honest, I thought a time or two I had an extra can myself, now I'll just look in flowerpots. :)
I would love to have a photo of where we shopped, I believe I read they had one hundred stores in PA opening up in 1938 and closed they're stores in 1982. We kids loved going there and we always seemed to get ice cream from Isley's mostly Klondike bars for twenty-five cents.



















