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Remembering the Good Humor Man: A Nostalgic Look Back at Childhood Treats

The Good Humor Man

 

“Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—Jingle.”


“It’s the Good Humor Man!”


          We had just eaten dinner and there he was—dressed in white, riding a white tricycle with the white freezer in front containing all the ices and ice creams.  And he was jingling his bells for all of us to hear.  I ran out of the house with my dime.  I got a chocolate ice cream pop covered with milk chocolate.  Yum.  As usual he always came at just the right time.


          Also, during the day, every few days, a truck would come by with rides inside for the kids.  I remember it cost 2 cents a ride.  Later, it was raised to a nickel.


          Those were the days!




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