We have just taken one more step in our attempt to recreate the perfect child hood here at Blast From The Past. A nice man just delivered a freezer full of delicious ice cream novelties.
It looks like they are going to be quite popular, but I must confess the shopping experience won’t quite replicate my child hood memories. Unlike candy, comics and soda which were purchased in a small corner store, the best way to buy ice cream was from the ice cream man. Who doesn’t remember running to their mother for a nickel or dime to buy a frozen treat when they heard the clang of the bell as the big white truck circled the neighborhood? When I was a kid, the ice cream truck did not have a serving window like they do now. Instead the truck was divided into multiple freezer units loaded with dry ice( I assume). Depending upon what you ordered the ice cream man would open each door which was held closed with a giant latch. Nothing beat the quick burst of cold on a hot summer’s day as the door was opened to reveal dozens of tasty treats. I was always fascinated by the little change maker on his belt. It was a metal device which clipped to his belt. It had four little cylinders from which he could dispense coins with the flip of a small lever.
I don’t know if ice cream trucks patrol neighborhoods any more or just sit at ball parks and beaches waiting for customers. I think I’ll go buy a bell and push our freezer around the block. Anyone have a 10,000 foot extension cord?
We had Marty, the ice cream man. He wore a white hat with a black thingy around it. He waited for all us to hear his bells and run down from all the floors of our apartment building. You told him what y0u wanted, and he opened that square metal door, reached in, and came out with a great treat! I loved summer and still do!