One very happy man, with his ‘99’ [complete with Flake and red sauce] The origin of the ‘99’ name is lost in the mists of time, and I am not convinced by any of the theories put forward – but Bob certainly enjoyed himself on Saturday afternoon when the van drove down the close.
We had a friend in London who said she would not purchase ice creams from vans. Whenever the chimes were heard in the street, she told her little boy he could only have one if the ice-cream man parked outside their house, came to the front door and said ‘Mrs Richard, would Cliff like a cornet?’ And as he never did, her son never enjoyed the thrill of Mr Whippy’s products. Poor child!
I think a hard working chap deserves a treat now and then, don’t you? Bob has always been fond of ice creams, his Italian Godmother ran this place down in Kent when he was a child.
oh i must have one soon xx
ReplyDeleteCornish childhood holidays included clotted cream on the 99!
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This brings back a lot of good memories-when I was little, we'd go flying into the house to beg for money when we heard the ice cream truck coming down the street. It sent my poor mother dashing around the house trying to find some spare change while one of us flagged down the truck!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny how Ice Cream Cornets always bring back childhood memories?
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like an ice-cream from a van. When I was a little girl an Italian called Mr Mazza came in his van every day and I was allowed to buy an ice-cream with my pocket money. I can remember to this day how good it tasted, and even the music the van played as it pulled up outside - dah, d-dah, d-dah, d-dah, da dee-dah, dee dah-dah.....
ReplyDeleteThe ice-cream was thick, creamy and slightly gritty...happy days !!
Oh, how we loved the ice-cream truck and its tinkling music. The products available were painted on each side of the truck to add to the temptation. Good times!
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