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Cotton Candy Machine Memories |
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Sam Dillon |
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I was raised as a roman catholic. My parents had a deep faith. They made sure that each of their children learned the importance to giving back to the faith community. As children my sisters and I were in the church choir, we taught Sunday school and we helped at our annual parish fund raiser. Helping at the fund raiser was a great deal of fun; it was also a big sacrifice because the fund raiser was held every year on the Fourth of July. Every year growing up our Fourth of July celebration involved waiting on tables, helping with children’s games and working in the bingo stand.
As adults my sisters and I have continued practicing our faith. We belong to different parishes because we live in different areas or the state. We all have continued our involvement in volunteering our time. One of my sister’s has had a difficult time convincing her children about the importance of giving back to community. They are more interested in doing other things other than volunteering at church. A few summers ago my sister did convince her daughter to work with her at their parish carnival. The two of them were assigned to run the cotton candy machine. They were to make up a few cones of candy and then make more as people ordered it. My sister and her daughter had never run a cotton candy machine before. The person in charge of the carnival gave them a quick lesson and was then called away to another area of the grounds where the carnival was being held. My sister started the cotton candy machine as the person had demonstrated and added the powder that is used to create the candy. She did not realize how quickly the powder would start to form the fluffy candy that she was supposed to wind around the cardboard cones. Before she or her daughter could begin twirling the cones for the candy to wrap around the fluff started floating in the air. Some pieces were landing on people’s backs and hair as they were walking past. My sister and her daughter were laughing so hard they could not control themselves. The person in charge came back and reassigned them to another area.
To this day my sister gets the giggles whenever she recalls that day. She cannot believe that she and her daughter had to be reassigned because they could not handle running a cotton candy machine. Whenever I see cotton candy I think of the two of them watching others walking around with globs of cotton candy attached to them.
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