When Granny heard “pebble” was my blogging prompt of the day, she said that reminded her of buying a penny’s worth of stones.
“Would you tell me again so I can write it down for my blog?”
“Sure, I can do that, but where do I start? The beginning I suppose?”
Well, the beginning is back in the late 1920’s and early 30’s when I was a little girl and we lived in a small town that had two general stores. One had a candy counter and if you went in there you could choose from a lot of different kinds of penny candy. My favorite candy was “stones”. It was a hard candy with coating on it that made it look like pebbles of various sizes and shapes. I’d stop on the way home from school and if I was lucky enough to have a penny I’d go to the candy counter and ask for a penny’s worth of stones. The store keeper, Pinky (because of his faded red hair), would measure the candy out in a little, round, wooden, barrel shaped scoop about two inches high and an inch and a half across and pour it into a very small brown paper bag. Then he’d twist the top so the candy wouldn’t fall out and hand it over to me.
And then for a penny you got a nice assortment of pebbles to eat!