As a small child during World War II, I lived with several other children in the house known as Laydale. Among my sweetest memories of that time are the visits of the peppermint boxwallah. We were not allowed to eat from any source other than school or home, but an exception was made for the soft, creamy, delicious peppermint he sold. His appearance in our driveway, with his box on his head, made us rush from whatever we were doing to gather round him as he lowered the box to the ground, and opened the lid to show us what special treat he had brought that day.
Yoma Crosfield Ullman