Thursday, 30 June 2011

Me, my dad and a Knickerbocker Glory

I forget the year, nineteen-fifty-something
We went for a week to the sea
We stayed in a caravan, nothing too grand
Just enough for my Mum, Dad and me.

I forget the name of the ice cream parlour
I remember it opened at 10.
I remember that Dad took me there every day
Our treat, it was just me and him.

I forget what he ordered to have for himself
I’m guessing a strong cup a tea.
I remember exactly what I had each day
A Knickerbocker Glory that was bigger than me...

...Now I’m all grown up I realise that it wasn’t actually bigger than me, but in nineteen-fifty-something it certainly felt as if it was...

...and the memory is even bigger and very precious.

This post was in response to Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe Thursday. Jenny issues all sorts of tasks for all her followers. This week’s task was to blog about something beginning with K.  Knickerbocker, as you no doubt have noticed, has three Ks in it and it’s a bit of a special memory for me right now. 

For some perverse reason, since Mum died in April, I’ve been thinking a lot about Dad, who died in 1977. I’ve been thinking about the precious times we had together, just the two of us. It’s not only Knickerbocker Glory memories. In the school holidays I used to go with him to buy jewellery for his market business. We went to London on the train, travelled to Hatton Garden on the tube and, when he’d bought all the new stock, we went for a salt beef sandwich before heading home. Happy days.

I’m going to be taking part in A River of Stones during July. It involves close observation, picking on one thing each day and writing down exactly what I see. I’ll be tweeting them daily using the tag #aros. I'm also planning to post up my favourites once a week so yet again, watch this space.


  1. Wonderful memories of your dad.

    And a cute poem, too!


  2. Sorry about your loss, but glad that you have great memories to keep.

    I'm visiting from Alphabe-Thursday. Have a great weekend!

  3. Sounds like a nice memory, I have never been to a real old fashioned ice cream parlour, they are so hard to find now! Someday I will find one!

  4. What a beautiful poem and memory. I also found that when Mum died I started to think about my Dad a lot. I remember when the two of us climbed Mt Snowden in Wales together one summer.

  5. That does look like a mighty tall ice cream for a little gal. Your poem is a sweet tribute to your Father. Always have your memories.

  6. A lovely post. Dads are so special.

  7. Loved the poem, Rosalind.
    A wonderful memory!

    Margie :)

  8. Wonderfully done! I would love to try one.

  9. Hi Rosalind!
    I've given you a BLOG AWARD and you can drop by anytime you're free to get it. Hopefully it helps to brighten up your day. :)

    warm regards,

  10. Memories are something that can never be taken away from us. Thank you for sharing yours.

  11. What a wonderful poem about memories with your dad! I'm sorry that you recently lost your mum. Julie

  12. I'm so glad to have found you on Alphabe-Thursday. Your poem was lovely - I have sweet memories of my dad taking us for ice cream too - two scoops on a cone.

  13. Cute poem and wonderful memories! Thank you for sharing them with us. I had a special sundae with my dad, as well, that was big enough that I'd never eat it as an adult!

    I'm sorry for your loss.

    Tina @ Life is Good
    and I are joining forces in another challenge. We're going to visit and comment at each of the participants, starting with the reflections post. We hope you'll join us!

    Shannon @ The Warrior Muse

  14. Hi Ros .. I used to love those too - and I'd have loved to have caravanned by the sea .. what wonderful memories of you and your Dad .. special times together ..

    That must have been so exciting going to London to Hatton Garden .. and the salt beef sandwich .. sounds good to me ..

    Enjoy the sunny weekend and hope you can conjure up happy times with your parents with thoughts right now - Hilary

  15. How I loved these Knickerbocker glorys in those big glasses. Well they did seem very big back then. Thanks for the memory...I'm all nostalgic now!

  16. I love Knickerbocker glories! Yum yum yum. That's a great memory to have, Rosalind.

  17. What a nice trip down Memory Lane. I have to admit I've never heard of Knickerbocker Glories, but it must have been good!

  18. What a wonderful memory for you. Thank you so much for sharing it with us--it is very special.

  19. That sounds yummy. What a lovely memory!


  20. Kool poem
    Kool memory
    Kool K post :)

  21. mmm... sounds yummy.

    It's strange how our memories work. Still, I'm glad that you're remembering happy things.


  22. Thanks for your lovely comments but I'm surprised (and a little sad) that there are people out there who don't know what a knickerbocker glory is. The photo says it all really but in case anyone wants a recipe, it was made something like this:

    It was made while you waited. It started with a cherry at the very bottom of a tall glass and then it was built up with layers of fruit and ice cream. It was completed with a swirl of whipped cream and a cherry on top and served with a very long thin spoon.

    If you've never had one then you have to go and do it now... or make your own!

  23. Those are touching memories. Knickerbocker Glory's a great name for a sundae. I join the ranks of those who need to go get one right now. What a fun Alpha-Thursday post. Was it your first? Congrats.
    Be well, Rosalind.

  24. Yes, this was my first Alpha-Thursday post, Robyn and thanks for the congrats. It's fun.

  25. What a wonderful captured memory. Your poem took me back, made the back of my throat burn a bit with tears thinking of times past.

    What a lovely writer you are.

    Gosh, Rosalind. Seriously. My eyes are still teary over this.

    Thanks for sharing.