Butterfingers memories... In the 1940s, my uncle was a Curtiss Candy salesman. He stored his inventory of candy in a playhouse behind his house, which we nickname the "candy store." My fondest memory of visiting him was when he would let us go with him to the "candy store" and pick out a candy bar.
I can still smell the wonderful sweet scent of chocolate, and the Baby Ruth or Butterfinger candy bars he would let us have. Ironically, I did not have any sense of guilt back then when I ate one or two bars. To this day, I still crave a Butterfinger, but always think about the calories. Oh, for the good old days of no guilt! ~ Pat from Texas
From the earliest days that I can remember, I loved Butterfinger. But, some of the reasoning for this may not have to do with eating the candy bars. According to family lore, my grandfather was a commercial artist in the Chicago area in the teens and early twenties. While also taking classes at the Chicago Art Institute, he would take on small contracted jobs to keep food on the table.
One of these small "jobs" was for Curtis Candy to design the artwork for a couple of candy bars. I am sure that the amount of money he made was not enough to retire to an artist's colony, but for me it sure keeps his memory alive every time I purchase a Butterfinger or Baby Ruth.
If anyone has anything resembling Curtis Candy historical archives, it would sure be interesting if my grandfather's name could be found somewhere therein. ~ Mike from Michigan
I remember when I was a lad of ten. I was living in Wisconsin at the time. My family and I were on a road trip to see Ed Geins farmhouse, when all of a sudden a deer darted out in front of our car, and the next thing we know our car is out of commission. My mother was pregnant, and my father didn't want to leave her, so it was up to me to walk to a gas station for help.
When I walked into the store the first thing that caught my eye was Butterfinger. I knew that I couldn't possibly carry the gas all the way back to the car, so I figured someone would come by eventually, so I bought Butterfingers with the money instead. A few hours later I got back to the car, with chocolate on my lips and my breath smelling of peanut butter. I could already tell my father was going to give me quite a licking, but it was completely worth it for those delicious Butterfingers. ~Eric from Pennsylvania