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Divine Candy

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Divine Candy By Sandra de Helen On Route 66, Dead Man’s Curveour house with an outhouse on seven acreswith no running water,no candy store in sight.  We ate the eggs our chickens lay,beans, potatoes, and greensMom picked in the woods.No sweets except on holidays.  Grandma baked pies,Aunt Mame made candy:Chocolate fudge, peanut butter bars,and her heavenly divinity.  Billowy clouds of white sugar,studded with walnuts Mame herselfpicked out with her prized nutcracker set.  Black walnuts the family gathered togetherto gather from alongside gravel roadsof the nearby countryside.  Once each year every small familywithin our larger familywere gifted a decorated boxof Aunt Mame’s treasured sweets.  We rationed them, made them lastby savoring each bite with the mindfulnesswe’ve long since forgotten.  Only my sister and I are left to recallour Aunt Mame and her gifts.No one thought to ask…