Top Of The Milk

[poliphilo]

An ice cream van just went down the road with its chimes playing a song I remember from my 1950s childhood and which I can't think I've heard since. The chorus goes something like this.

You, me and us;
We are my favourite people
we both go together like peaches and cream
And bells and a church and a steeple.

Ghastly.

Is it a Doris Day number?

Ice cream vans never play anything up to date. I guess it's a copyright thing.

But now I can taste the tinned peach slices in syrup, with cream from the top of the milk bottle, which my mother used to give us for dessert.

"What's for pudding, mumma?"

"Peaches with top of the milk."

"Oooh-  super!" 

Comments

[strange-complex.livejournal.com]

Depressingly, most of the ones I seem to hear these days play 'O Sole Mio', because of its appropriation by Wall's as 'Just One Cornetto'. :(

[aellia.livejournal.com]

Peaches and top of the milk were a Sunday tea special in our house :-)
Milk cannot be milk these days,with a shelf life of around a week and no cream on the top,that's why I never drink it.
We also had it on porridge,with brown sugar.
The sort of porridge that you had to stir as it boiled so that it didn't stick to the saucepan,

[cybersofa.livejournal.com]

It was a hit for Alma Cogan, the girl with a laugh in her voice, in 1957.

Recently something reminded me of an old ice cream advertising jingle from those days, remember this one?
Hey, what's for afters? Lyon's Family Brick!

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this lovely moment from your childhood!

We had the Popsicle man. He had--get this: root beer Popsicles.

We'd be roaming the neighborhood with our nickles in our pockets and we'd hear the tinny music 'way down the street, so everybody ran, afraid he wouldn't see us.

Those peaches were good, weren't they? We had them, too, but with no cream, as we lived in a city without milk delivery.

[seaslug-of-doom.livejournal.com]

Strangely, despite growing up in Florida, I don't believe I ever saw an ice cream truck in my neighborhood.

We have an ice cream truck that passes through my current neighborhood in summer. It, too, plays The Entertainer but the thing must travel very fast because there's frequently a doppler effect to the music which makes it all creepy and Stephen King-ish, so I never step out for anything.

Also, I can't stand wooden sticks in popsicles. Nor could I abide those wooden spoons in those old cups of ice cream one used to be able to get. The texture. *shudder*

[huskyteer.livejournal.com]

Round here we get 'Greensleeves', 'Yankee Doodle' and 'Popeye The Sailor Man'.