Yes Bob it is, My mom always called it paste, I guess because they were sticky
Now I want some!

Rosie they are jelly like candy with a sweet powder coating. They came in fruit flavors but orange was always a favorite.

Having mean brothers and so many male cousins, my dolls never lasted lol The heads would get ripped off and used as bombs, sometimes directed at me
It's hard to believe how nice they all are now as mean as they were

Brothers! Mine weren't mean so to speak but boy oh boy could they tease

Mine...well...ONE....Jimmy....was a real animal. He STILL is. He torments me and I am 63 and he is 68. He sent me a lottery ticket about a month ago....it LOOKED SO DARN REAL...I never thought it was fake because 4 times a year he sends all us " kids" one...we don't exchange birthdays and Christmas and so he does that....NOW I think he was setting us up. Last ticket was a winner TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS...that rat. As soon as I saw I won..I knew I would split it with all....then when I turned it over to read the redeeming info...it said " REDEEM IN YOUR DREAMS" the entire thing looked legit...but I am no expert at the lottery. It did look legit to me...


But, I digress..... Jolana he was like your doll-bomb throwing brothers.

He led me to believe my dad ate my cat...you had to know my dad ....he did eat the duck I raised....

He also would hold my head under the covers after a hearty meal of beans.
He was an animal. He still is. Too bad he won't read this -- but he would deny it anyway.

Ronnie
Thanx for the photo. Of course I remember those...we called them jellies.
So good!

I only have one brother left and he still lives to torment me and we are in our 60's also,

I had a Thumbelina doll that had a knob on the back. You could wind her up and she would move. My oldest brother would wind her up and hold her by the knob just above my reach. She would spin around and I would cry..

He was also fond of holding his arm out and putting his hand on my forehead and say "go ahead, punch me." Of course his arm reach was longer than mine and I would never come close. But how I tried!

Rosie,
Funny how the little things made us happy.
I still have a piece of metal bent in half that a friend gave me when we were kids. You put it in your mouth and whistle with it. I'll have to get a picture. His Dad made them. It was better than a Jew's Harp.
I had a neat purse with my initial on it. I left it at Sunday School and the handicapped lady who cleaned took it. I have to assume. No one else was there and it wasn't in the room the next week. I was soooo sad, but I forgive her. She didn't know any better.
I had blue ink on my kitchen floor a few years back. Really? I never did figure it out. Long gone are the days meat was wrapped and stamped in blue ink.

Ronnie.
I never had the jelly candy.

Jolana,
How sad for your dolls!

Rosie,
That's one practical joke I will never find funny. Too many people could really use the money.
Ate your cat... Did eat your duck... Now that's funny!

Julie,
Oh my. I had two younger brothers. They played and my sister and I played. No teasing.

I agree Sally - he is rotten. I was thinking about my sis and how that $$ would help her.
He is a devil...but can he cook!

I had Thumbelina!! She had a BEAUTIFUL yellow dress...she moved JUST like a newborn.

My daughters " Thumbelina " was a Drowsy doll.

Rosie,
And that's why I think the lottery tickets border on cruel. Money is too often needed or needed for that special dream. But, he's your bother and you're used to him, lol!

I had Tiny Tears. My Mom sewed all kinds of clothes for her and later gave it all away with the rest of my dolls and stuffed animals. I was heartbroken over all. I still wonder who got my stuff. Maybe that's why I hang on to stuff now....

I wonder the same thing. My mom gave my Saucy Walker away. I can STILL see her... I loved her.

Sally...I am quite sure I am adopted. Even tho we kids looked exactly alike...I have always believed that once in a Rothschild bassinette...or perhaps a Rockefeller..... There was a tiny girl that looked EVEN MORE like my family and we somehow got switched. I got the patched and stitched and that one brother....plus the pet eating father....and she got my life and my stuff....

Rosie,
I wondered if maybe I was adopted too, but I never had thoughts of a family like that! Boy did I miss out on some dreams, lol!

We were traumatized!!

Oh ....I always felt like I had been plopped in the middle of that nest of sicilans...and there I was a WASP for sure! And some little italian girl was living my life!

Yestersay I heard a song....and zoom....poof....I was YOUNG again! I could FEEL the Brooklyn streets under my feet...I could SMELL the crisp autumn...I swear ..my BODY felt like the young me.

Amazing how a tune can do that...transport back in time and all luggage left behind.

It was just a flash.. but I loved it.

You know two or three years back..I went to a Burt Bacharach concert in Raleigh. There was a sea of " white heads " in front of me...many had tears glistening on their cheeks. I think that most were " visiting" another time and place and I was looking at their bodies just 'holding their place' in present time until they could return.

🎶but a room is still a room 🎶and a house is just a house ... when there is no one there to hold you tight and no one there you can kiss goodnight..🎶

I feel that way about a lot of music, Rosie... Van Morrison, Al Green, Talking Heads (and maybe 25 or 30 additional artists)

Rosie,
Treasure that feeling. It's rare, but it's wonderful! David Bowie works for me, among many others. I also find songs I didn't like back then, I can listen to now, lol!

Youtube take me away!

Ummm, gee Sally..I remember when I would look for "Calgon" to take me away...

Moonhowl said:Ummm, gee Sally..I remember when I would look for "Calgon" to take me away...

Calgon...I remember that stuff...

I never told anybody...but when I was a kid and my mom sent me in to bathe...I was terrified of filling the tub...Certain that breathing went on via the belly button....I did nor want the water to get too high. I would kneel in the tub and fly thru the bath before she could catch me. . 😆 I also believed the nuns when they said my jaw was held together by a kind of rubber band...talk too much and S N A P !!! Ha!