One of the fondest remembrances of days past is the corner candy store. Neighborhood children would bike to the shop, pore over the goodies and fog up the display case before parting with their pennies. They would then be seen happily chomping away, their mouths filled with Mary Janes, bull’s-eyes, Lik-a-maid, Turkish taffy, Swedish fish, Chuckles, Boston Baked Beans, Pez and sometimes sporting a pair of wax lips.