Penny candy from the corner storeBy Anthony Buccino
From the earliest grades to grad schools everywhere, when that end of school bell rings, |
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a child,
after a long day of school work, must be in want of
penny candy
from the corner store.
Growing up, it seemed, every neighborhood from
Belleville
and
Nutley
to
Bloomfield
and
Montclair,
New Jersey all the way to
Ashtabula, Ohio,
and beyond had a candy store within a block of every school. Some
candy stores also sold bread, cold cuts and popsicles but most of
the mom and pop stores sold a variety of penny candies and other
knick-knacks,
doodads, and
ding-a-lings
the kids loved.
Baseball and football cards topped the list, of course, for
the guys.
And there was a time when all any boy or girl wanted to buy
were
Beatles trading cards.
The package held
five cards
and a stale piece of
bubblegum.
If you collected enough cards in the right set, you could put
together a
jigsaw puzzle
by turning them over. (We’d all be millionaires if our moms hadn’t
thrown away all that "junk".)
We had a candy store, Silac’s, on the corner of my dead end
street at Gless Avenue and Meacham Street in Belleville. That’s all
I remember of the name because it closed when I was about five or
six years old. But for me, Silac’s might as well have been a
three-story candy store for all the treasures it held. In reality,
the store was carved out of what would be the next owner’s living
room.
I checked in with
Lon Cerami,
who is a few years older than I am and lived across the street.
“Who could ever forget Silac's corner store. Located on
famous Gless Avenue...,”
he says. I think it’s only famous because he and I lived there at
the same time and we didn’t blow up the world, but that’s another
story.
“Ann Silac and her husband, who was always smoking a
cigarette with a holder, owned the place. But I used to see more of
her than him,” says Lon. “I remember her husband but can't remember
his first name.
“All the candy was a penny and the more expensive stuff was
only a nickel. Her kitchen was right off the store so she can see
people as they walked in. To enter, you had to go up a few stairs on
the front. As you opened the door, a bell would ring once telling
her that someone was in the store. The candy cabinet was to the
right, actually in the front of the store and her deli section was
to the left. In back were all the dry goods. They had a
Coke
machine and I remember the
iceman
bringing ice which would last about a week. Then he would come back.
“Empty bottle cases were in front of the soda machine and if
you brought in any empty bottles, she would give you
two cents per bottle.
“I remember when I used to walk in, and before she would
come out of the kitchen, I would be laying down a case of empty
bottles making believe I had just brought them in. All I did was
pick up the empty case and as she walked out, set it down on top of
the rest, in which she would give me 24 cents.” Cerami still laughs
at his little joke.
“Her deli section was filled with ham, which sold for 75
cents a pound, and with other
cold cuts,”
he recalls. “She had a daughter that owned a big farm somewhere who
would bring her fresh eggs to sell.”
Reprising his mischievous youth, Cerami says, “I used to
walk in her store, grab candy and pay with
play money
and run out. She would get mad and walk over to my house and my
mother would pay her!”
“Silac would close around 7 P.M. at night when the
ice cream man
came around in the summer.”
Because Lon and I lived on the Belleville-Nutley border, it
was common to stray into the next town and stir things up there.
Around the corner, on Harrison Street, between Gless and
Entwistle avenues., was our fall-back candy store Bill-Tone’s. It
was where a lot of the older
Holy Family School kids
went and bought lunch instead of
brown bagging
it or going home.
But for my friends and me, we walked in the store, past the
butcher and cold cuts counter, and headed immediately for the back
room where the candy counter held
Circus Peanuts,
candy cigarettes,
wax bottles of unknown fluids,
wax lips,
candy bracelets,
NECCO wafers,
chewing gum and
Mary Jane
candy, of course, and Peanut Chews.
Lon remembers Chris' Cozy Corner from the 1950s and 1960s.
“Chris and his wife Amanda owned it and it was on the corner of
Franklin Avenue and Harrison Street near
Booth Park.
It was a great place. Everyone would hang there. I know I did.
“It wasn't that big but inside there was a soda counter.
Chris served light foods, nothing big. When you walked in, to the
front of you was a table with all kinds of toys on it, they sold.
Small cars, small trucks and all that other junk kids loved so much.
“To your right he had a magazine stand with all the latest
comics and monster books from the TV and movie shows. To the left,
the counter had nine seats. Near the register he had a candy stand.
Every time I went there I would order the same drink, grape with
water, no ice.”
Lon says he was in Cozy Corner so much that fifty years
later, “I can still see Chris and his wife.”
In
Belleville, School
7 kids living on Baldwin Place and the reservoir side of Joralemon
Street went to Paganelli's, the corner store at Dawson Street and
Garden Avenue for bread, cold cuts and treats like popsicles and
Coke during the summer. But after school they went to
Rosebud’s Sweet Shop
for stuff like gum and snow cones.
School 8 kids had Watter’s Dairy, or Marbach’s, and warm
weather brought everybody from all over town to Jackie’s Italian ice
stand. School 3 kids met at Harriet’s. School 4 kids had Zeps at
Heckel and Lawrence streets.
In summer, kids from my block marched down Meacham Street to
the bottom of the hill and around the corner to Shubach’s where we
bought what we called punks that we’d set on fire so the smoke would
keep the mosquitoes away.
On Saturdays and during the summer, when we visited my
cousins on N. 17th
Street in Bloomfield, it was always a treat to walk to First Avenue
and over two blocks to cross the street where we’d visit John and
Minnie’s Candy Store at N. 15th
and First. That store had ice cream bars in a freezer and we’d each
get to pick one out. Whichever cousin was oldest got to pay with the
money we got to get out of the house. Then, we’d see who could
finish theirs first before it melted or we got back to the house.
When I moved crosstown to Carpenter Street, there was
Harry’s Belwood Sweet Shop
where all the School 10 kids could stock up on candy the teachers
would confiscate if they caught you eating in class. Before it was
Harry’s someone tells me it was called Chet’s.
In high school I stopped there to pick up a
Wall Street Journal
to read during study hall. Little would anyone then have suspected
that 30 years later I’d be proofreading so many of those stories for
the average reader.
As soon as I got my driver’s license I started dating a girl
from
Orange.
As I was plotting how to get there, driving mom’s
single overhead cam
speedy
Pontiac Tempest,
on the Parkway, Ma pointed out a back roads way through Bloomfield
where I wouldn’t be taking her car on the super highway.
Cathy lived on Chapel Street across the street from
St. John’s Cemetery
and the catholic school. Her family lived upstairs from the candy
store at the street level.
It reminded me of the family grocery store on
The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis,
a popular TV show from when I was a kid.
We only dated long enough for her to point out that she knew
all the people who carved their initials on the trees in the woods
at
Eagle Rock Reservation.
I never got a chance to prance in the candy aisles, like
Veruca Salt
in
Willy Wonka,
and pick treats to satisfy my sweet tooth cravings. Nor did I carve
initials in a tree trunk.
I did, however, wheel into Harry’s for a consolation
chocolate shake and a grab bag of penny candies. From Greetings from Belleville, New Jersey, Collected writings by Anthony Buccino
Thanks to many friends – known and unknown – on Facebook who
inspired and contributed to this post. And, not to mention, Jane
Austen.
Penny
candy from the corner store, first published
Belleville-Nutley Patch,
October 17, 2011 © 2011 by Anthony Buccino – used by permission. Links subject to change and disappear. You might also like: Bad Haircut: Stories from the Seventies by Tom Perrotta Joe College: A Novel by Tom Perrotta Photo Galleries, Ohio Photo Gallery: The Cove, Geneva on the Lake |
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