Reminiscences about sweets sold in the 1940s
. . . the type of lollies we ate as children. Interesting to see if different states differ: Sherbert - triangle packet with licorice for straw; Catherine wheel - a round lolly with two holes with serrated edges that had a piece of string that you wound until it spun really fast--horrible hygiene--cut paper with it or spun till it hummed until finally ate it when it broke. . .; Buddies - choc coated caramel; musk sticks; huge multi-coloured lolly pops; boiled lollies that you sucked until your mouth was dry. . .; Jaffas of course for the Saturday picture matinee; 1 penny chocolates flat and you could roll them up so thin; 1 penny ice creams children's size . . .; pink pig and green frog cakes--sponge cake with crisp icing that broke as you bit into it and inside was cream. Both had their mouth open. Pay day treat for us kids as dad walked through on way to catch train at Central Station. None good for teeth but lots of memories in these.
And what about licorice blocks! Ten a penny thick and soft Yum, home made honey comb, made with golden syrup, sugar and bi-carb soda, our lovely dad made these for us. Huge snow balls that took more than a minute to eat. Columbines and acid drops, makes me drool just to think of them. Thanks for the memory
I didn't have such treats. I lived in Wollongong NSW at the time and I remember Creamy Toffees. They were flat and about as big as a Dairy milk chocolate these days. They were Caramel flavoured and hard. I loved them and broke my front tooth on one when I was 10 (that was 1940). I had to go to a dentist who took the nerve out of my tooth without a pain killing injection and I pushed his hand away and the drill went through my top lip and he smacked my face hard when I cried. I guess he didn't have a pain killing injection as the War was on. Mum had sent me to him on my own and she couldn't see why I was crying when I got home, so I got no sympathy from her either. She was a tough lady and expected everyone to be the same. None of that stopped me from eating Creamy Toffees.
Marie Young, Sydney, Australia
And from going to the dentist too. Not too young to remember those days. You sank further down in the seat as they drilled until no where to go. Got even. He took out three molars instead of one (too many lollies?) and because I came out of the gas had to give me more so I vomited all over his waiting room and down the staircase as I left. Always feel good about that. Remember those toffees though. During Expo here in Brisbane the English Pavilion sold them. . .