General Non-Fiction posted March 14, 2024 Chapters:  ...32 33 -34- 35... 


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We hear some non diet facts

A chapter in the book A Particular Friendship

Pre diet Years

by Liz O'Neill



Background
We're still in the midst of Lizzy's candy adventures
In the pre-diet year era, for lack of space, our gang was bused to another school. My mouth was watering. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A little van pulled into a space for our recess break. Just as with our other school, candy was for sale at recess. 
 
Just as with our other school, this van had candy for sale at recess.  
There was a delicious nougaty cinnamon red rocket-shaped delicacy.  One of my friends let me sample one. I had never tasted anything like it.  I couldn’t wait to bring my money. Imagining a whole school year of that treat made any sadness temporarily disappear. That was about a week before the dastardly diet was declared. 
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As with most farfetched pipedreams, the bad idea of me being on a diet quickly fizzled out.   There was one fated day we had nothing in the house and I was craving something sweet. I implored Mother to find something similar to jam or jelly.  I climbed the shelves ransacking the cupboard.  I spotted a wonderful jar of molasses.
 
When I pulled it down Mother told me, "You will not like it."  I wondered why she would tell me such an untruth. I pulled out the loaf of Sunbeam bread from the Sunbeam man, and fetched two thick slices of fresh-smelling white bread out of the bag.
 
My mouth was watering as I reached into the silverware drawer for a knife and dipped it into the jar of delectable-looking molasses. As I spread it across the bread, the shiny dark brown substance began to cover the bread.  After smearing more onto the second slice, I slapped them together to make an even more tempting mouthful. And I did take a giant bite with giant anticipation. 
 
My next dramatic response in between raspberry sounds and motions to clear my lips and tongue of any speck, ranted with the questions of why would anyone put that putrid sweet, dark substance in a jar? And what was it doing in our jelly pantry?  
 
Mother gently said, with a slight grin reaching her eyes, "Are you okay? I told you you would not like it. But you do have to do things on your own to discover the truth. This was not a very sweet truth was it?"
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I did however make up for this dearth of confectionery consumption when I was in junior high, especially at Halloween time.  Trudy had a fireplace which served as an excellent source of soot for blackening their faces.
 
A pillowcase was the fare for Teddy and Timmy along with Trudy and me to see how long it would take to fill them up.  The timing always seemed to work for us as their houses lay on the middle line separating the southern and northern halves of our town.  
Hustling around from house to house barely noticing the lights out…no more candy deadline, we managed to fill two pillowcases.  Not bad for one night’s work. 
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Below is a poem I wrote about our adventures:
        We Were Always Bums
 
The char from the fireplace chimney 
Provided our costumes
We were always bums
We needed a big pillowcase

For our last prop to carry
There was going to be candy aplenty
We needed a big pillowcase
The porch lights were on
 
We went door to door
So long ago when we were young
The porch lights were on
The candy bars were giant

The neighbors were generous
Our pillowcases were bulging
The candy bars were giant
Everything was going great

We saw it on the porch 
It was a scary ghost made of spiderwebs
Everything was going great
It was time to go home

No more porch lights were on
It was getting scary now
It was time to go home
These tired ole bums

Have to trod miles home
With heavy yummy filled pillowcases
These tired ole bums
Comparing and trading our stash

The thrill of having only the good ones
To put away to eat a little each day
Next year, we'll be bums
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In the Novitiate, we were supposed to take only one piece of candy at recreation.  Since they didn’t usually have my favorite, with the map on the inside cover, no one knew what flavor was what.  

One of the Sisters, wanting to make sure her one piece was a good one, used to punch a little hole in the bottom of each of the chocolates. She proceeded ‘til she got the one she wanted.  

This took the mystery out of it for all of us.  I heard the verbal history passed down about the candy box rule.  It seems there was an unexpected unsupervised power outage. Need I say more? 

When the lights came on, the previously nearly full box of chocolates turned up empty.  To use an amusing example of wordplay. So much for blind obedience, which is usually related to the times we were told to perform a task that didn't necessarily make sense. To use a textbook example, watering a dead stick.

In later years, where I lived, one of the Sisters, trying to cut down on eating candy, suggested that the others hide the goodies from her.  All abided by her wishes, by eating from a certain box when she wasn’t around. 

Replacing the gold band gave the appearance the box had not yet been opened.  We know deception always goes sideways.  She must have had her eye on the box all along,  because when there was need for a gift for someone, she suggested that box of candy.  

We each swallowed hard, sheepishly looking at each other, and confessed to eating most of the candy.  The Sister shook the box and said, “From now on, I’m going to shake and take.”

I had several run-ins with this same Sister and one involved a cousin to candy. Girl Scout cookies will be part of our next adventures to read.





I'm glad the diet project was short-lived. Did anyone else fill pillowcases with candy at Halloween?
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