Then it was Saturday mail delivery.
Now, it’s my Gibble’s chips??!!
Oh, the humanity!
How much pain and suffering can we as humans take before we just give in to our urges and indulge in other less-fun guilty pleasures such as eating right and exercise?
Shouldn’t we be doing something about this latest corporate American tragedy that makes Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet” look like “Mary Had a Little Lamb?”
Shouldn’t we as chip-eating Americans be rallying on the steps of the currently idled Nibble with Gibble’s plant on Molly Pitcher Highway between Greencastle and Chambersburg?
I thought maybe the news was a nightmare or something some hater made up on the Internet. Sort of like the hoax that the fifth “Die Hard” would actually be a decent movie. Or that the Kardashians actually had jobs. Or that Taylor Swift and Harry from One Direction were never, ever, ever getting back together.
But it appears to be true.
No more Gibble’s crunchy, fried goodness with my Lebanon bologna and cheese sandwiches!
No more Gibble’s Red Hots when I’m feeling a little daring.
No more Gibble’s pretzels to munch on after work.
But it’s more than just the unique taste of the chips, pretzels and the jalapeno cheese puffs.
It’s the loss of jobs at the Franklin County, Pa., plant and the loss of a former family-owned business that was a source of pride for those of us who grew up here and still live here.
It was cool when I told people from elsewhere that Nibble with Gibble’s originated in the county where I lived.
When I lived in New York and Wisconsin, where — tragically — Gibble’s were not sold, I would bring bags back with me after visits to Waynesboro.
For those “lucky” enough to be in my circle, a taste of Gibble’s always delivered an “oh, man, these rock. What are they? Where can I get me some of these?”
Sort of like Yuengling beer. It was a Pa. pride thing for me. We couldn’t buy it in Wisconsin, so it seemed to taste better when I came home, and I loved sharing it with my Cheesehead buddies.
Gibble’s also represents a piece of nostalgia for thousands of people who grew up in this area and even the transplants who fell in love all over again.
