Years ago in a tiny, archaic house by the railroad tracks lived an ancient lady the children called "Gypsy Luella". She lived there by herself and some folks were afraid of her because she was different. But not the children. Every fall she would make candies in unique shapes and colors and flavors and hand them out to the children as they walked to school along the railroad grade.
The old house and the gypsy lady are gone now. An overgrown path marks where the railroad tracks were pulled up long ago. Once in a while, a middle-aged man or woman will drive by the spot, passing through their hometown on vacation. The taste of licorice and orange spice, the feel of cool, crisp autumn mornings and the faint sound of children's laughter flood their memories. Memories of a simple and magical time.