My family nickname was Pressy– short for Precious (ahhh….) because I was the first girl born into our family for several generations. All of my close and extended-family cousins called me Pressy. I must have been 11 years old before one first cousin (then twelve) asked his mom, “What’s Pressy’s real name?” To this day, a cousin by marriage who is at least 5 years my senior calls me Pressy– as does my dad.
Re Turkish Taffy– The bag of small assorted Turkish Taffy that we used to buy at the movies, had an additional flavor called molasses mint. We used to have a heck of a time trying to discern them in the darkened movie theatre so that we could throw them away–they had stripes on them, which helped….
Hmmm… You know what? I think I said “Mr. Frostee” when I MEANT “Mr. Softee”. And, no, I didn’t know about the green bottles… I only remember blue. And YES, I remember the “chocolate cake Good Humors”! Wow..that takes me back.. I had a DOVE bar the other day and I remember thinking, “This is pretty darn good, but there’s just too much of it!” 🙂 🙂 And I remember the shaved ice and cherry syrup — I LOVED that as a kid. I also remember guys pushing carts full of “homemade” ices that my mother would never let me buy. She said they made the ices in their bathtubs at home! 🙂 🙂 – webdiva