Memories From Childhood: Got A Favorite?
Fond Memories and Broken Cookies
I recently had a memory of being a young child and waiting patiently for mommy to come home with the box of broken up cookies from Morris’s grocery and Deli. Morris was a middle age Jewish man of about 45 years of age. He was the nicest man, and knew that my mom had problems feeding us kids, so he would do little things like give us treats that he could not sell. I am not sure how he got the cookies in, but I do recall he would allow my mom to purchase a cardboard box of them for about $2.00. There were a lot of cookies in the box, and we’d have them for at least a week. I’d say the box was about the size of two large shoe boxes glued long sides together, and also about twice as high. Oh the fun and excitement for my two sisters and I going through the large box of broken cookies, looking for the possibility of finding a whole cookie. The cookies were the round sandwich type of chocolate or vanilla with a vanilla icing in the center. Of course there would be loads of crumbs in the bottom of the box, but loads of cookies for us to sift through until we came to the crumbs. We especially liked the large pieces or the occasional whole cookies we’d find.
I often wonder why an adult of 62 would still have it in her mind to recall that small gesture of Mr. Morris. I wonder if he knew how happy he was making three little girls who almost never got a treat. Somehow, I think he did then and does now. He had such a good heart.
I recently had a memory of being a young child and waiting patiently for mommy to come home with the box of broken up cookies from Morris’s grocery and Deli. Morris was a middle age Jewish man of about 45 years of age. He was the nicest man, and knew that my mom had problems feeding us kids, so he would do little things like give us treats that he could not sell. I am not sure how he got the cookies in, but I do recall he would allow my mom to purchase a cardboard box of them for about $2.00. There were a lot of cookies in the box, and we’d have them for at least a week. I’d say the box was about the size of two large shoe boxes glued long sides together, and also about twice as high. Oh the fun and excitement for my two sisters and I going through the large box of broken cookies, looking for the possibility of finding a whole cookie. The cookies were the round sandwich type of chocolate or vanilla with a vanilla icing in the center. Of course there would be loads of crumbs in the bottom of the box, but loads of cookies for us to sift through until we came to the crumbs. We especially liked the large pieces or the occasional whole cookies we’d find.
I often wonder why an adult of 62 would still have it in her mind to recall that small gesture of Mr. Morris. I wonder if he knew how happy he was making three little girls who almost never got a treat. Somehow, I think he did then and does now. He had such a good heart.
