Which candy of the past fifty years was your favorite?
Mine was Necco wafers... I think. Black Licorice of course.
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My grandmother was born in 1900 and lived until just before her 98th birthday. She used to tell me stories about what things were like when she was little, I wish now I had asked her so much more. She told me about going to church with her parents on Christmas Eve. There was a Christmas tree in the church with real candles burning and presents for the children there on the tree. It was a very long service for a small child to sit through and she said that the older gentleman who sat in front of them would reach back without turning around and occasionally hand her a Necco Wafer. I know she liked the licorice ones best too. 
But that's just the way they did things back then. I was quite close to my grandmother so I heard lots of her stories and though things had to have been pretty tough for her - she lost her mother at 13 and my grandfather died suddenly at 48, leaving her with 4 young kids - almost of her stories were positive, like this one. I aspire to be more like her. 
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And yes, we would slap it on a surface to break it up, but it had to be cold.
Zowie! This was an unfortunate early label that that I never saw until today:
This is what I mostly remember:
If you hit the following link, you can see them. and I still like them very much......thank you
https://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&aq=&oq=circus+pea&ie=UTF-8&rlz=1T4GGNI_enUS494US495&q=circus+peanuts&gs_l=hp..0.0l5.0.0.0.8025...........0.9RX1eBRWcFg
You can get them online:
https://www.oldtimecandy.com/nsearch/?q=regal+crown+sours
Haven't gotten around to ordering them yet. 
A company makes them today, but they don't taste the same as I recall. I used to consider them a gourmet candy bar.
For awhile I was buying them by the box.
Although these things are amazing, too:
http://shop.cafe-tasse.com/fr/fruits-secs/9-napolitains.html
I also have a weakness for the apple candy of the Shenandoah Valley, and the apricot version made by Liberty Orchards in Washington State. It's sort of like an American version of lokum ("Turkish Delight"
. As for the original, my wife brought me back some deeply red-colored lokum made from pomegranate with pistachio meats running through it. She brought me a whole box when she was in Istanbul a few years ago. That lasted all of a minute.
And then there's "Chocolat #8" from Wittamer in Brussels, which is a bar of white chocolate mixed with raspberry pulp. I have to bring them to my sister in the States on a regular basis, or she goes through withdrawal symptoms.
It's the latest thing! https://www.theonion.com/so-help-me-god-i-m-going-to-eat-one-of-those-multicolo-1819585017
So Help Me God, I’m Going To Eat One Of Those Multicolored Detergent Pods. By Dylan DelMonico
"Anybody who knows me will tell you the same thing: I get what I want. Whether it’s food, being held, my binky, you name it—if I decide I’d like it, you damn well better believe I don’t rest until I get it, one way or another. And from the very second I saw those blue and red detergent pods come out of that shopping bag last week, I knew immediately that, come hell or high water, I would eat one of those things.
So with God as my witness, I swear to you: I’m going to find that container of multicolored pods, I’m going to take one out, I’m going to shove it in my mouth, and I’m going to chew it up and swallow it down, and nothing and no one is going to stand in my way. Oh, but please don’t let me stop you—by all means, go and hide those delicious-looking little pods wherever you think they’ll be safe from me. You can put them on a high shelf or in the back of a cabinet, or even out in the garage; it makes no difference to me. You can tell me over and over again that they’re not food, but just know that the moment I get my little fist around one, it’s food now.
If we’re being frank, though, you might as well just set a whole tub of those things down right inside my playpen. Or hell, just place one directly into my mouth, because guess what? That’s exactly where it’s going to end up sooner or later anyway. But I know you people well enough by now to understand you’d never give in that easily, despite the complete futility of it. No matter how hard you try to play this pointless little game of keep-away, it’s not going to change a thing. Mark my words: One of these days, you’re going to badly underestimate me. “Oh,” you’ll say, “he can only really walk a couple steps at a time.” Or, “Oh, he’s only got four teeth.” Or, “Oh, we were able to stop him right before he drank that bright-colored antifreeze that one time, so this will be easy.”
Please! Without even knowing it, you’re playing right into my hands! Because the instant you let your guard down for even a split second—BOOM!—it’s a detergent pod right down the hatch. And you will let your guard down. You’re being pulled in so many different directions—cooking dinner, running errands, making phone calls—whereas I’ve only got one thing on my mind: those big, beautiful pods. You’re so very busy, aren’t you? You can’t be expected to keep an eye on me 24/7, and of course, you have to sleep at some point. Bingo! That’s prime detergent-eating time!
You see, every single time you look away is another chance for me to cram as many of those colorful little things as I can into my mouth. And it’s during any of these moments, when you’re occupied by one of a million little daily distractions, that you’ll look down and I’ll be forearm-deep in the tub of pods with a whole slick of blue goo all over my chubby face. You know, in some ways, I even enjoy our little chess match, even though I already know the sticky, satisfying outcome."
Can't have them in the house because I am rendered helpless in their presence. They were my dad's favorite too.
Funny story about Butterfingers and my dad...After he passed away, I'd taken his urn back into the funeral home to have them transfer some of the cremains into tiny tear drop bottles...one for me and one for a gift for my sister. I had to leave the urn for a couple hours so they could do their work. When I returned, the woman who helped me gave the urn back to me and in a hushed voice told me that she'd found something unusual in my dad's urn. I was shocked! I had no idea what she was talking about. So, she popped open the lid to the box and there was a fun size Butterfinger sitting on top of dad's ashes. Turns out, my then 6 year old son who was very close to my dad had taken a Butterfinger out of his Halloween haul and put it in the urn to share with his Papa.
Wish my Almond Clusters were!! 
A whole cherry in a creamy cherry center, covered mound of milk chocolate mixed with chopped peanuts. They are about half the size that I remember from my childhood, but they taste the same. Hard to find, but they can be ordered from vintage candy shops on the internet.
or
These:
Loved those suckers.
Remember when they were two for a penny.
You gotta be from Cleveland to know about those. They're old-fashioned pulled vinegar taffy, and were made and sold at Euclid Beach Amusement Park. You could watch the machines that pulled the taffy while you waited to buy them. (They also sold popcorn balls at the same locations in the park.)
The amusement park is long gone, but the company still sells the kisses on line.
(These date from longer ago than 50 years, but they're my most memorable candy.)
Soooo yummy and now a thing of the past.
Could not get enough.
between York peppermint patties and reese's peanut butter cups.
The straight up bomb sour candies.
There's friggin NOTHING really sour anymore ... No more Willy Wonka Shockers, no more Jolly Rancher Screaming Sours (though there are less sour pale imitations now)
Friggin' even Sour Skittles have become a joke in the last 6 months ... no longer sour at all.
I’m sure if I root around in my molars a bit I can find some leftovers even now.
Imported from Germany
