A Saga of Fire and Ice Lollies.

Strawberry splits were my favourite - had ice cream in the middle. A mivi I believe just was ice lolly. I could be wrong though.
Didn't like oysters but did like FAB and Feast. For a block of ice cream that we sliced as a pudding - Neapolitan was my favourite. Always leaving the chocolate part to last.

We had a pantry with a marble shelf and the milk went into a bucket of water to keep it cool. It was delivered every day but sometimes the heat got it. Ice cream - I remember buying a block and as we didn’t have a fridge the grocer would wrap it in newspapers to insulate it and it was cut into slices and sandwiched between two wafers. Usually it was white, called vanilla but I somehow doubt there was any vanilla in it, but also Neapolitan which was striped pink, brown and white -

In the 1940s, 50s and 60s my grandmother and aunt ran a corner sweet shop and tobacconist. In the 1950s they installed a small freezer so that they could sell ice cream. Slices were cut from blocks of Walls ice cream and sandwiched between two wafers. My special treat was a slice from a block of Neapolitan ice cream. It tasted delicious and the different colours made it seem so exotic.

Just an ice cream cone from Charlie the ice cream man who used come along the road with his ice cream cart pulled by his wee pony. Nothing has compared,

My daughter’s childhood memory, not mine (she is 30 next month). We were on hol near Chania in Crete and visited the town on market day. A firm was promoting ice lollies, handing out free ones, all sorts full sized including ones covered in chocolate and nuts, plain orange ones, football shaped ones. We all had one, then as we wandered around, kept coming across this team from the firm, who were pushing a freezer on wheels, and DD kept being given ice lolly after ice lolly, she must have had a dozen! Wouldn’t have been allowed them as a rule, but we were on hol. Her best holiday ever! I couldn’t believe how much stock this firm were just giving away, and wondered if the publicity stunt paid off for them.

The big orange juice oones, 99s and raspberry ripple wafers.

Infinity2 ha ha! I was always the straggler at the back as us kids made our way back from the off licence wrestling with our Jubblies they required intense concentration else they launched themselves from their the cardboard tube - which mine often did , usually straight into a gravelly puddle..a quick rinse under the kitchen tap once home, all was ?

I am another one who never liked lollies that mixed icecream and fruit lolly. Also disliked the taste of those rectangular blocks of icecream, Wall’s I think, with paper or card around, that were put between 2 wafers or jammed into a square shaped hard cone, then the wrapping removed. Just disliked the taste of them. Remember being given one as a “treat” on a plate in hospital aged about 6 when I had my tonsils out to soothe my throat, and the staff being cross with me because I wouldn’t eat it.
The wafers from the Italian icecream shop in our village, Contis, used to be lovely, though. They had a gadget for wafers, put 1 biscuit in the bottom, then slathered icecream in, another wafer biscuit on top, then the base pushed up to release the icecream. But only the grownups could have wafers, as the melting icecream went down your front unless careful, the kids always had cones-with raspberry sauce as mentioned by previous posters!

I loved Strawberry Mivies too, but as I kid I loved to get a screwball cos I got a chewing gum ball at the bottom.
Now I love Pear Picking Porkies and Polly Pineapples if it's an ice lolly and a Brunch if it's an ice cream one. They are Dale Farm and HB brand which I think you only get in N.Ireland.
A local ice cream shop still sell oysters and wafers, the wafer one you can get is a normal wafer and the one on top has choc on it and is filled with the with the white gooey stuff you get inside a Tunnocks teacake and are really gorgeous.

My favourite was a large drinking glass with lemonade (from Corona) topped with ice cream.

I remember being told that the cruellest thing any parent could say to a child was that the ice-cream van only played its chimes when they had run out of ic-cream!

We lived in Germany for some years and use to go to an Italian ice cream shop. They were wonderful. As a child we didn't have a fridge. Our neighbour was the first to get one. She came outside with a bowl of ice cubes and handed them out to us kids!

My grandma and I both loved coffee ice cream.
When I was about 10 or 11 I used to go home from school for lunch. My grandma was at home and she would send me to the local sweet shop for a block of coffee ice cream. As we didn't have a freezer they would cut the block in half and keep one half in their freezer for me to pick up the next day, and it was taken home wrapped in newspaper.

Oh what memories. I was a teenager when Strawberry Mivvis were invented. I still love anything that's similar today and I am 80. Going back further I remember going to the cafe and having the money to indulge in A Hot Orang e drink. The height of my teenage years.

We used to have a local Italian ice cream maker, D Di Mascio who had vans coming round our city, and we used to shout to Mum can we have a D Di. I grew up thinking all ice cream was called D Di.

Alioop - PEAR PICKING PORKIES !! What on earth is that ? It sounds like a cone with a frankfurter sticking out the top of it ! Is it vegetarian ?
Nona4ever - I hope you realise that your parents are/were lucky you didn’t report them to Social Services for that mean trick ?

Yes, I remember us not having a fridge when I was young, ( late 40s early 50s). From the kitchen there were steps into a pantry which was partly below ground, and there was a sort of brick shelf along the wall at the lowest level so therefore coolest.
My brother (10 years older) used to work for Walls ice cream when not at university, and managed to get the van which delivered to nearby shops, to call at our house each week, some time during the day and leave a block of ice cream ( no tubs then) with 'dry ice' wrapped in newspaper. It would then be wrapped in more newspaper and placed on the shelf in the pantry, and would be eaten at teatime!

Yes, I remember mum wrapping ice cream in layers of newspaper. She also put bottles of milk in a bucket of cold water. My father worked for a firm of agricultural engineers and we had a fridge quite early on, it didn’t have a freezer box but mum loved it.

Jubblies - wonderful. I remember buying one to take to the County Championships Athletics meet. Quite boring if you weren't competing, (schoolday afternoon) but good for laying in the sun, smelling the recently cut grass and drinking the jubbly as it thawed, the long hot walk home smelling the melted tar on the roads. Memories come flooding back on the mention of one word.

Another Jubbly fan here. A lovely messy treat.
Each year we used to go on holiday to Cornwall and I remember how much we loved Cornish ice cream. It tasted so rich and delicious.
My grandparents had a corner shop and my grandfather made lollies in rubber moulds. They were animal shapes and he used different colours and flavours for multi coloured lollies. They had a big fridge with an ice box at the top and big blocks of ice were delivered for it. When they retired we were given those rubber moulds and made plaster of paris animals with them.

I meant to end with "another lovely messy treat".

It was the Italians who made the ice cream where I lived as well. They came round in vans and had cafe's in the town. My mum hated their coffee which was real not Camp but we all loved the ice cream and went to the van with a dish on a Sunday.
One company was local and I believe is still going strong I could only get theirs in my gran village and it was put in a kind of wafer clamshell I can still taste it now.
Mivvis were from Woolworths and a treat for being good when taken shopping in the big town.

Last time we were in Italy, my husband wanted an ice cream and pointed to what he thought was a chocolate one. Fortunately the salesperson spoke English as he pointed out that the brown ice cream was actually tobacco flavoured! Ugh, can you imagine??
Much earlier in my life, we lived in Hong Kong. There was an ice cream shop called The Dairy Queen, where they sold mango ice cream with fresh mango squeezed over the top, and a wonderful choc chip mint one as well.

When I was small a local sweet shop sold ice cream from a serving hatch near the door. They sold Walls, but also their own homemade ice cream - strawberry, chocolate and vanilla - scooped into cones. The strawberry was simply the very best I've ever tasted, never found anything to beat it. I sometimes got an extra big scoop if Mum bought cigarettes as well.

Ice cream was a very occasional treat usually reserved for holidays. I wasn't allowed to get ice cream from the vans that stopped in our street, Mum thought it was a rather common practice.

Occasionally Mum and I went to Angel Market, Islington where there was an Italian ice cream parlour. If she was feeling rich we'd have a small cone each. Lovely ice cream.

Mivvis were my favourite too, any flavour.

We never had a fridge at home until I started work and could buy one. It had to go in the living room because the kitchen was too small. The ice box was tiny, only room for a tray of ice cubes and a pack of peas!

These days I make my own ice cream and I'm still trying to perfect that wonderful strawberry flavour I remember.

Infinity2 oh you have made me roar at your description of what you imagine a Pear Picking Porkie to be like, it's actually very boring and just a pear flavoured ice lolly