The Charm of a Dark Chocolate Kiss

As I hear the sweet voice of my four year-old grandson, Bennett, saying “Dee Dee, Could I have one more of your chocolates?” while opening my refrigerator door to find them, I smile. I find myself thinking that I hope he will always remember Dee Dee’s sweet chocolate kisses, as I always remember the taste and smell of my Grandmother’s Dublin bottled Dr. Pepper, positioned neatly in her pantry (where my refrigerator now stands), awaiting our arrival from Illinois every summer. The distinctive taste of Dr. Pepper, neither seen nor experienced in the northern states. Memories are etched in our minds forever.