I grew up in Brooklyn NY (Yay!) When an ice cream vendor turned onto our block, and we kids heard the bells, there was pandemonium on the street. All the kids went running home to get money. And, we were afraid that the truck would pass us all by, by the time we got back outside with ice cream money. It was an ice cream frenzy going on!
There was Mister Softee;
There was the Good Humor man;
And then there was Eskimo Pie!
Sometimes there was a guy who sold a non-descript ice cream and pedaled a three-wheeled bike with this huge freezer box on the front end (and sometimes it was an Eskimo Pie vendor).
and Bungalow Bar!
The Bungalow Bar truck was designed like a bungalow cottage with a roof and chimney, and a gate for a door. Even though I preferred the flavors of the Good Humor, I enjoyed the Bungalow Bar truck better, because it had more “character.” The man was nice, too!
[images from bingdotcom]