Don: Dads get mad sometimes.
Bobby: Did your daddy get mad?
Don/Dick: He did.
Bobby: What did your daddy look like?
Don/Dick: Like me, but bigger.
Bobby: What did he like to eat?
Don/Dick: Ham. And this candy that tasted like violets. Had a beautiful purple and silver package.
The first time we ever witness Don speaking of his father with any affection, (or at least nostalgia), he speaks of those candies, the ones he had gifted Peggy sometime prior to the start of Far Away Places.
It’s also an insight into Don’s love for advertising. A little boy’s remembrance of the product packaging, and an instinct for the impact that can have.
I accurately pictured the package of candy as soon as I saw the scene. I’d never eaten them, but I knew they’d been around forever, and I knew it was going to be in older candy/stationary stores, or in diners near the cash register, that I could find them.
When seagirl, Deb and I were scheduled to have our magical lunch with Jon Hamm, I knew what I wanted to bring him. And I went nuts. Couldn’t find them anywhere. I just kept hitting the wrong candy/stationary stores, the wrong diners. (I also wanted them for our Season Three finale party, so I needed a lot of them). I finally found them.
My nephew Arthur, fell in love with them. My good friend Valerie found them to be disgusting. Ironically, they taste like flowers, and some people have a powerful adverse reaction to them. Why ironically? That’s exactly how Megan reacted to the orange sherbet. (I don’t get that at all, for the record—it’s citrus, not floral. But okay. And I do get it about the violet candies; have had that reaction with rose flavored ice cream, though not with these candies. Today’s lesson: palates are both sensitive and individual.)
When we sat down for the legendary lunch, I handed a pack to Jon. “Nicely done”, was his response. Because he loves me so…