Certs

I found myself strolling down memory lane again today. Sometimes it might be something we see, something some one says or does. But todays stroll was triggered by texture. Yes that is right a simple texture caused my mind to go back to earlier days. It happend when a friend gave me a mint. For those of you who do not know me I do not like mints. But this wasn't a normal peppermint (the kind I hate) It was a mint that reminded me of a Certs. I'm sure they still make certs, but I have never purchased a pack of certs in my life. By now you are probably wondering the connection between my thoughts and certs. It's quite simple. My Grandmother always had a pack of certs on her. The only time I ever had a cert was if my Grandma offered me one. Or if I was looking for gum. I don't know that she ever had gum when I asked but she would offer me a cert. Now like most kids any kind of hard candy (or mints) would have a life span of about 10 seconds before you started chomping it up. But for some reason I would saver the cert and never chew it up. I will never be able to think of any other thing than my Grandma when someone speaks of a cert or offers me one. To be honest I don't think anyone other than my Grandma ever offered me one. I may have to look in the gum aisle next time I am in Krogers to see if I can find me a pack of certs. I think it's time I bought my own certs. And I'll be thinking of that dear sweet woman I loved so much the second I pop one in my mouth.

Blessings till I post again.