Food memories

Another Sunday School memory. We would have a Sunday dinner, meat and two/three veg then my brother and I would be packed off to afternoon Sunday School, me clutching a few shillings and a shopping list. After church, I'd drag my brother (2 years younger than me) on a walk to the only shop that was open on a Sunday - a newsagent and sweetshop that, importantly, sold icecream. We didn't even have a fridge at home, a freezer was unheard of - so icecream had to be bought fresh and eaten in a hurry.
We'd buy a block of icecream - my father liked Neapolitan, which was 3 coloured but, if they didn't have that we'd have strawberry & vanilla. The shopkeeper would wrap the icecream in several layers of white paper and my little brother and I would run home as fast as we could before the icecream melted.
Sunday afternoon tea was tinned fruit and icecream. Probably sandwiches of some sort to start with, and fill us up, before the icecream.
Sometimes the tinned fruit was "Fruit cocktail" which always had half a cherry in the tin and, being a polite sort of family, we'd take it in turns to have the cherry. So exciting when I could say "It's my turn for the cherry".
Tins of fruit cocktail, nowadays, still only have half a cherry and, its so tasteless, just a blob of washywashy pink stuff, that I wonder why we thought it was so desirable.
For the record, I don't buy "Fruit Cocktail" now but have been given a few tins in cupboard clearouts!