Wednesday, December 7, 2011


It was a very exciting day when one heard music from the popsicle man's truck.  Neighborhood children would run indoors to get five cents before he arrived.  It was a very upsetting when he did not come or didn't have one's favorite flavor.

1 comment:

  1. Growing up in Brooklyn, we had the Good Humor man whom you could depend on coming around every summer night, pushing his heavy cart. My favorite flavor popsicle would change every year, but the one constant even to this day has been my love of a good chocolate sundae.