Remember the old-time tin peddler? On the shelves in his little wagon, he carried sweet-smelling spices, packages of Lyons coffee at 10 cents a pound, some packages of Corn Cake smoking tobacco, and bolts of pink lawn and red calico. Once Mother sent butter and eggs to the peddler to trade for the cloth from which she made the dresses we wore to Sunday School.
The peddler usually had a stick of red-stripe candy for us children. We saved our pennies and bought little tin plates with A, B, Cs in red letters or animal pictures.
We loved the peddler.
Carrie Omeara
Caldwell, Kansas