Here’s a quicklist of just some of her bountiful stock. Jane is always on the lookout for requested candies. Supplied with a bag of loot-again, for research purposes, obviously-I pondered the future of candy as I left Sweet Jane’s and soon found my answer. Jane laughs, but both of us wonder what the future has in store for the, ahem, candy store. While most of her customers are adults, occasionally, a precocious 8 year old will come in and say, “Nana, I remember this from when I was a kid.” Life was so simple then.” Jane reminisces about walking to her town’s five-and-dime for candy when she was a child. This is their moment in time, something people can’t take away. When people come here, it’s their time to go back to their past. “The kids were more excited about having phone service again than being in a candy store!” she says. “The mother and father were so excited seeing the candy, but the two kids were like this,” she hunches her shoulders and bows down her head, texting an imaginary cell phone. She recalls a couple with their two teenagers returning from a camping trip. However, there have been moments when Jane’s witnessed a less enthusiastic reaction. The Bar Harbor, Maine, native gets a small thrill when she sees a customer gasp and point while saying, “Remember this?” Located inside the Trading Post in the Wilderness RV Park Estates Campground in Silver Springs, Jane’s two loves were combined like Fizzies poured into water-an item she sells-when she opened in 2008. They’re chocolate chip, and she lets me snag one as I ogle at the boxes of Push Pops and candy cigarettes. “When I was a little girl I was just fascinated in campgrounds and candy stores,” says Jane Waugh as she removes a fresh batch of cookies from the oven.
#ZOTZ CANDY HISTORY FULL#
Maybe they had blinders on their eyes because the first thing I see is candy-baskets, counters, tables and shelves full of candy. People often say whoopie pies are the first sight they see when they walk into Sweet Jane’s Candy. Of course, my journey was just the beginning. Never one to go empty handed, I grabbed Chuckles and a couple Sky Bars-for research purposes only-as I made my way out.Ĭracker Barrel is definitely the go-to destination for hard-to-find candy.
#ZOTZ CANDY HISTORY CRACKER#
Exclusive to Cracker Barrel is the 3.5 ounce Hershey bar: Its wrapper is designed like the original. Some of the candy is even exclusive to the store, such as Cracker Barrel’s very own Pecan Rolls, Fudge and Mints, and Remember When Candy boxes from the ‘50s, ‘60s, ‘70s and ‘80s.Ĭorporate Communications Manager Jeanne Ludington deemed Bob’s Old Timey Peppermint Sticks, Hershey bars, Moon Pies and Goo Goo Clusters as their most popular candies. Lucky for us candy connoisseurs, the store’s candy corner is loaded with over 500 treats. From its opening, Cracker Barrel divided its space between its restaurant quarters and retail store. The first Cracker Barrel Old Country Store opened in Lebanon, Tennessee, in 1969. Jennifer Basham, shift leader of the retail shop, couldn’t have said it any better: Its store devotes an entire corner to nostalgic treats with jars of Clark bars, stacks of Bosco chocolate and Chiclets, cubbies of Zotz and Bubble Tape, and so much more. My first stop was Cracker Barrel, a favorite pit stop for hungry travelers and dish towel collectors alike. While visiting an old-fashioned candy shop and finding a more modern means of attaining candy favorites, I picked up a few fun factoids along my way-while sucking on an Atomic Fireball, or two. To regain some semblance of these sweet memories, I spoke with those who work with candy, a select few whom I call “time keepers.”Īs my candy expedition progressed, I found a mix of the old and new.
The odd crackling of Pop Rocks on my tongue, pinched cheeks when I sucked on a Warhead, contemplation on whether to eat the whole roll of Smarties or one at a time, these are the sensations and trivial decisions that left sour, tart and sweet imprints on my childhood. After a moment of mouth-hanging awe, we’d plunge our little hands into glass jars of Nik-L-Nips, scoop out delicate Satellite Wafers and mischievously pick up a pack of bubblegum cigarettes at checkout. Padding the sidewalks in worn penny loafers and knee socks that had fallen down to our ankles, my friends and I would walk to town after school on Fridays with a mission of utmost importance: to buy a bag of candy at the local candy store.Įntering the shop always had a euphoric effect.
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