Saturdays Far Away and Long Ago

Saturday mornings were just for us when my brother and I were kids. We’d whiffle loose change from around the house, then my brother would bike up to Mulder’s Red Bell market. Once there he would exchange the loot for candy and lots of it. Maybe a giant Hersey bar, an entire bag of malted milk balls, or six boxes of brand named candy for a quarter (milkduds cost a nickel a box). We’d gorge ourselves while watching the Banana Splits show. When mom got home from work she’d ask if we wanted lunch, but somehow we were never hungry

My favorite Saturday morning treat were Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies. When you got tired of them you could go out in the front yard and wing ‘em out into the neighborhood. Get the right spin on the cookie and it flew a country mile.

Sometimes I miss those Saturday mornings.