For the first six years of my life, going on vacation meant an August trip to our small, rustic, family owned cabin near Sherwood Lake, West Virginia. Then in the summer of 1973, we went to the Smoky Mountains. In the evenings, we explored the tourist town of Gatlinburg. You could watch a man making taffy at the Ole Smoky Candy Kitchen. I was fascinated by that. Of course, we bought a box. We bought a box every time we went. Even though things have changed a lot over the years, the Ole Smoky Candy Kitchen is still there, still making and selling taffy, and apparently they’re still using the same box cover.
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