One of my memories of my grandfather revolved around pink peppermint candy. He seemed to have an inexhaustible supply. He would slip a couple of them to me, always with the comment:
"These are pink pills for pale people." I was in awe of my grandparents and never said much around them. I was all ears, however. One day when I drew close to him, hoping for a peppermint or two. To my surprise, he handed me round, white peppermints that day.
"No pink pills today." He said, winking at me. I bravely ventured a response. Looking up at the revered gentleman with snow white hair and equally white mustache. I asked:
"Are these pale pills, for pink people." At age five, I thought this was the funniest thing I had ever said.
While his sparkling blue eyes seemed to twinkle, he gave no verbal response.
Those pink peppermints are still one of my favorite candies, and I'll never eat one without fond thoughts of my Grandfather Garlock.
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