It was an old fashioned country hardware store... straight out of the early 20th century. Wooden floors creaked as we moved down the aisles. Schoolhouse lights dropped on long chains from the pressed tin ceiling. A small rake rested in the bins of nails which were weighed in a white enamel bowl dangling from a scale.
But the thing that drew us to the hardware store was under the counter... encased in glass. It was the penny candy, which old Mr. Harding kept for the children of his customers. Gum drops, peppermints, Mary Jane, butterscotch, Bit o' Honey, Neapolitan coconut candies and salt water taffy. That's what made a trip to the hardware store special.
Off we'd go, each coming away with a small paper wrapper filled with candies. Heaven for a child of the 50's. Mom would just roll her eyes when she'd see us rolling back down the driveway.
Funny thing is... it wasn't often that we actually picked up any nails. Go figure.
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