This is the candy shop of my childhood. When we w...

This is the candy shop of my childhood. When we were poor and had nothing, there was somehow a John Eagle egg in each of our baskets on Easter morning. My name was hand drawn in icing and inside was sweet goodness that guaranteed a tummy ache if I tried to eat the whole thing. For 100 years, this family has sweetened the tooth of Clintonville. I live 1,000 miles away and still get candy shipped to me because you just can't beat family tradition.