Hello! Thank you for visiting Seaside and Lollipops!Late last night, LATE last night actually early this morning I was setting up this blog and trying to find a name that reflects us and our lives. The name of this blog may change because I have a hard time making up my mind. Making every decision slowly is part of who I am. Our life is also in a state of flux - all the time it seems! Because change is part of who we are, "Seaside and Lollipops" may change to "Mountains and Sagebrush" or "Cows and Corn," or just plain old "and the livin is easy."
We moved to Pensacola and have lived by the sea for 20 years (since our children were very little) and even though that is about to change, it is who I/we are at the moment. Even though my sweet husband, Dean, lives in Cows and Corn, USA; our family's physical address is still at Seaside USA. I will soon be leaving "Seasidey" living for "Cows and Corny" living. Leaving the sea will be hard but I'm going from something wonderful to something even better - my husband and most of my family. The smell of the seaside air will be replaced with very different smells of mountains, dairy farms and fresh air without humidity - - which also means I will wrinkle prematurely and very quickly when I hit dry air. Humidity has been the mainstay of my facials while living in "The South." I've saved tons of cash on moisturizers. I've been blessed when I think that I lived 20 years by teh sea and now I'm going to live the rest of my life in the mountains. Our plan is to build a home at the base of a mountain or close by.
Why
Lollipops? Because when I was a little girl we lived in a peaceful western burb on the outskirts of a larger burg. In the 60's as a child one of my favorite things to do on summer days was to walk to the "sucker lady's house" and buy one of her lollipops which she made fresh every single day for sweet children to buy. Her suckers looked exactly like this picture here. They were only available after 1:00 in the afternoon because it took all morning to make them. My friends and I and sometimes my siblings would walk the four blocks to her house with quarters in our pockets to pay for the hard-candy confection. The smell of sugar and corn syrup was almost nauseating as we would enter through the front door of Mrs. Harrington's house. Fresh in my mind is the memory of the humidity which came from from pots of boiling sugar. The sucker lady's kitchen was lined with many colors and flavors of lollipops on any given day which were still fresh and "setting up." All the way to her house we would talk about which lollipop we were going to buy and of course your decision always changed when you arrived at her sweet shop because she always had a new flavor you hadn't tried before. For twenty-five cents we could have our pick. Walking to her house was better than waiting for the ice-cream truck to come by twice a week. Mrs. Harrington's lollipops made even the brightest summer day a little brighter. Today whenever I see a lollipop in a store or in a child's hand I remember how a lollipop in my hand felt when I was little. I will always remember those lollipos and how it felt to hold one and gaze upon it before taking the first lick. Sucker Ladies and Sucker Houses should always exist for children everywhere.
Lollipops? Because when I was a little girl we lived in a peaceful western burb on the outskirts of a larger burg. In the 60's as a child one of my favorite things to do on summer days was to walk to the "sucker lady's house" and buy one of her lollipops which she made fresh every single day for sweet children to buy. Her suckers looked exactly like this picture here. They were only available after 1:00 in the afternoon because it took all morning to make them. My friends and I and sometimes my siblings would walk the four blocks to her house with quarters in our pockets to pay for the hard-candy confection. The smell of sugar and corn syrup was almost nauseating as we would enter through the front door of Mrs. Harrington's house. Fresh in my mind is the memory of the humidity which came from from pots of boiling sugar. The sucker lady's kitchen was lined with many colors and flavors of lollipops on any given day which were still fresh and "setting up." All the way to her house we would talk about which lollipop we were going to buy and of course your decision always changed when you arrived at her sweet shop because she always had a new flavor you hadn't tried before. For twenty-five cents we could have our pick. Walking to her house was better than waiting for the ice-cream truck to come by twice a week. Mrs. Harrington's lollipops made even the brightest summer day a little brighter. Today whenever I see a lollipop in a store or in a child's hand I remember how a lollipop in my hand felt when I was little. I will always remember those lollipos and how it felt to hold one and gaze upon it before taking the first lick. Sucker Ladies and Sucker Houses should always exist for children everywhere. 
Those big round suckers are my favorite suckers! I used to get them all the time. I don't know why I stopped, but now I want one!
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