I remember as a child the horse-drawn carriages carrying milk to the market and one time, just outside the popcorn shop how old Mr. Pickering went insane one day. Turns out he stepped in some horse droppings which soiled his new Sears and Roebuck high top shoes. So he goes yelling at the driver and the horses brandishing a little sissy pistol Deringer, waving it around like a mad man. Well Clyde Jenkins the barber runs out of his shop and grabs at the gun and it goes off. Now it weren't that loud, but it startled those horses and they take off with a start. The milk canisters break through the side railings and spill all over- and the driver falls off the side and the horses are pulling that wagon at full gallop with the carriage right over the bridge and out of town! Yes sir, those were the days. That was nineteen and 05 and I was just six years old, but I remember that milk spill and the smell of popcorn from the Chagrin Falls Popcorn Shop just like yesterday. I just turned 101 last week.

When I am in Ohio in the summer time, we try to get to the Popcorn Shop as often as we can for that good tasting popcorn and icecream. It takes me back to the 40's when I was in school there and the popcorn shop was my first real job. May the shop be an eternal stopping place for the hungry looking for that tasty popcorn and icecream.

Can't wait to taste the ice cream, popcorn and of course the chocolate strawberries.