![]() ![]() Together Grandma and I would walk to the corner of Roscoe and Broadway, where we’d explore the wonders of Simon’s Drugstore, Heinemann’s Bakery, and Martha’s Candies. This was the 1960s, long before big-box stores came on the scene. ![]() Her well-stocked pantry and doily-covered tabletops contained loads of delectable treats I was often denied at home: pastries, chocolate-covered marshmallow cookies, and delicate bowls of jellied orange sticks and other candy. I can picture myself reaching way down into Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies. My brother and I would sleep in the small bedroom off the kitchen-the very room our mom shared with her own brother growing up in the north side of Chicago. Every door in the house was fitted with wobbly crystal doorknobs. ![]() Her desk drawers, lined in green felt, spilled over with card decks, cocktail napkins, and golf tees. I loved visiting my grandma’s apartment, with its fringed window shades and faint smell of eucalyptus. My childhood memories are rich and varied. ![]()
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