Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Memories are woven by so many different threads of experience. One of those threads in my tangled web of memories is Jujubes. Yes. The candy. Those hard, sort of chewy little candies that you could get at the movies. Just the thought of them makes my mouth water, my teeth hurt, and the memories swirl around in my head.
When my sisters and I were little, we went to the movies a lot. On Saturdays, my mom and dad would drop us off at the theater, usually the Fox Anaheim. It had a balcony. We never sat in the balcony . . . we knew what happened there. Ick. Mom and dad would pick us up when the movies were over. Yes. You heard right. Movies. As in two. Double feature, baby! The good ol' days. The days when a movie ticket cost fifty cents and you didn't have to take a loan out to buy a popcorn and a drink. Plus, you got to see TWO movies - two GOOD movies - not one good movie and one stupid movie. And cartoons during intermission! Heaven!
Two movies, a popcorn, a drink, cartoons AND jujubes! My candy of choice back then. You could chew/suck on one of those babies and it would last the entire movie! That might be because they stuck to your teeth and were almost impossible to get off, but still . . .
Aaah. Memories and jujubes.