In typical kindly fashion, he reminsced on fun family times, special treats mom made for the kids etc etc. I began thinking about what memories I'd like to mention as being utterly palpable and yet solely associated with that person being eulogized. I thought of my 82-year old grandmother and how, when she'd come to visit, she always had one of two "surprises" for us girls.
If she took the train to our house from Center City, she'd somehow manage to tote her purse, a small suitcase and a large box of oversized cupcakes from a bakery in Suburban Station (now, gone from there many years) called "Hanscombs" or "Hanscomes" - I tried to google it thinking I could hardly be the only Philadelphian notstalgic for their baked goods (cupcakes and ladyfingers were specialties) but I came up with nothing.
Anyway...
If she took the train to our house from Center City, she'd somehow manage to tote her purse, a small suitcase and a large box of oversized cupcakes from a bakery in Suburban Station (now, gone from there many years) called "Hanscombs" or "Hanscomes" - I tried to google it thinking I could hardly be the only Philadelphian notstalgic for their baked goods (cupcakes and ladyfingers were specialties) but I came up with nothing.
Anyway...
If my grandpop ("Pop Pop") drove she'd come with a shopping bag full of treats and always had a huge pack of those crazy wax tubes full of sweet, hyper-dyed liquid. I gravitated on those wax sticks for a long time in Mass - so much so, that I think it altered the taste of the communion host in my mouth! I just read a mention of the unnamed wax stick on Miss Ginger's blog and had to mentioon my fascination with them back then as well as today .
