Recollections of my childhood.
Having been requested to write a few lines for this book, I “lend a hand” and cheerfully jot down a few memories which may refresh those of others among my earliest friends.
In all my childish recollections, from 1836 on toward the forties, nothing seems to linger more persistently than the frequent journeys down Main street to Ma'am Rand's store.
This was kept by a sunny-faced, pleasant-voiced woman, who always addressed me as “Dear life, dear soul,” from whose hand in exchange for my copper cents, I received many a sugar heart, either white
as I preferred.
There were jumping-jacks, too, of brilliant colors; open-work pewter baskets with covers, for four-pence ha'penny; pewter frying-pans with a green and a blue fish in each (always the two, side by side); jews-harps of various sizes; little churns, in which I many a time made about a teaspoonful of butter for my dolls' table, and which in imagination I can still taste, it being strongly and horribly flavored with the pine churn; molasses gibralters and tiny peppermints dropped on paper; jointed dolls with smooth black painted heads, and high yellow combs, all the way from two cents to a ninepence in price.
The children of to-day would be puzzled to give the value in those old times of a fourpence and a ninepence, representing then six and a quarter and twelve and a half cents.