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- CSV Action Desk Leicester
- People in story:Ìý
- Helen Pascha
- Location of story:Ìý
- Glasgow
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5027960
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- 12 August 2005
My dad was re-directed to Scotland on war work.
We only saw him about three times a year.
One school holiday me and my brother John went to see him.
We got there about 10 O'clock at night — it had took all day to get there.
You couldn't get ice-cream but in Glasgow you had 'frozen joy'.
I never knew the difference between frozen joy and ice-cream.
You had a tiny cornet and we lived on frozen joy whist we were there.
At the restaurant we also had frozen joy sundaes.
You had a block on your plate covered in a tin of fruit.
It was lovely ice-cream.
When we got back home no-one believed we'd had any.
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