tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664760701202151470.post3690741040973817164..comments2023-11-01T19:05:00.474-07:00Comments on Mark's Work: A Collection of Christmas Reflections # 3: The World's Finest Chocolate or Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?Mark O'Neillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16295762252612104201noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664760701202151470.post-9788233173917303212011-11-04T10:42:23.045-07:002011-11-04T10:42:23.045-07:00What I remember about those world's finest can...What I remember about those world's finest candy bars is selling them for you, JT, and getting paid one in return for my efforts! I also remember how you always bought one for yourself and kept it up on top of your dresser, every night cutting a little slice and carefully hoarding it for as long as possible! <br />And for us, I remember Thanksgiving weekend as the best time to sell as everyone was in a good mood and celebrating and often answered the door with a glass of wine in their hands! Who could turn away cute little kids selling candy bars the day before Thanksgiving?Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08666157037461830518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664760701202151470.post-56617891531823919082011-10-28T05:45:44.227-07:002011-10-28T05:45:44.227-07:00Dreaded candles? Those magic mushroom ones? That...Dreaded candles? Those magic mushroom ones? That comes along in # 6, the piece on War Admiral, thank you for asking. I totally agree with the timeframe on the World's Finest Candy. We would stop in at the Owl Rexall across from Stassy's and buy penny licorice, favoring the black for the simple reason that it was longer. Pay fifty cents for a WFC candy bar? Not in this lifetime or the next, though I recently made a twenty dollar contribution to a table filled with high school students in front of Geiger's. I chose not to take the FOUR proffered candy bars, figuring that I could justify making a twenty dollar donation, better than I could paying five dollars for one of those tidbits that we used to hold dear at fifty cents. Makes no sense, but it doesn't have to.Mark O'Neillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16295762252612104201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664760701202151470.post-5875549045312217032011-10-28T05:28:56.408-07:002011-10-28T05:28:56.408-07:00Gotta say, selling those World Finest candy bars m...Gotta say, selling those World Finest candy bars meant Christmas was on the way. There was something magical actually about going around the neighborhood - including being transported to some of the better neighborhoods - like the ones in West Covina - to see those candy bars. I still have images in my head of the trees with fall color leaves and the crunch underfoot when we were in neighborhoods that had sidewalks . The mistletoe project was especially nice because the folks were in on it - Robert was all about going up to Canyon to get that mistletoe. There was a festive air about the project -- and when are you going to write about the dreaded candles?Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.com