Where Did The Ice Cream Man Go?
Now summer is here we all need ice cream, but what happened to the ice cream man? When did they disappear from the face of the earth? The weather has been warm here the past few days. I’m in the UK, so it’s ideal for chilling out with a lovely ‘Mr Whippy.’ Remember him? ‘Tonibell’ that’s another one. What about ‘Mr Softy?’
When I was a lad it was always a treat on a Sunday to go out to the ice cream man. You’d here his happy chimes coming down the road. A rush for some money and then out into the street to join the orderly queue of kids with tongues hanging out. “A 99 please”, “cornet with hundreds and thousands, please”, “I want a Fireball ice lolly, please.” All sorts of shapes and size of lollies and cornettos.
Every child’s dream of heaven.
It was every child’s dream of heaven. At times there were up to 40 rabid children in those queues, including me. Looking at the poster on the ice cream van that was filled with mouth watering delights with some strange names. Some were so strange we couldn’t pronounce them so we’d just order a 99 with a flake.
There was always the one child, who in the heat of the moment, paid for his ice cream only to turn around and drop the whole thing on the floor! Lots of tears ensued. Dickie Rogers would unscrew the top of the bottle of strawberry sauce loose so that the next person to use it would have a whole bottle full down the front of their clothes. Happy days.
Trying to tell the Grandchildren…..
Trying to tell my Grandchildren about ‘Mr Whippy’ and ‘Tonibell’, they couldn’t grasp the idea that a man in a van would drive the streets selling ice cream. “Why would the van play a silly tune?” “Isn’t it easier to go to the shop, Grandad?” Sensible questions to them and I can’t argue with it.
I came across this poem called Ice-Cream-Man