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| My sister sent me this photo this morning and it brought back so many memories |
Our neighborhood was made up of large families. Our family had five children and we were considered undersized. There were several families with seven and eight kids, five seemed average. With such a large population under the age of 10, Judson Circle must have been considered The Promised Land for any self-respecting "Good Humor Man". The sound of his bell would attract a crowd before he even turned up our street. This explains why our ice cream truck would come between 8:00- 9:00 in the morning. Why not start off the day with a bang? (or a Toasted Almond?) My older sister always ordered a Creamsicle... I was always the Chocolate Eclair, (although Strawberry Shortcake was hard to pass up.)
The big treat came on Sundays when my grandparents would "take us for a ride" and we would always end up at the overpass on Route 8. That's where the Good Humor truck was parked for the afternoon. I don't know why ice cream always tasted better mixed with the traffic fumes wafting from the highway below.
My brother and I were fascinated with the Good Humor Man's coin dispenser. It hung from his belt at our eye level and I couldn't understand why every adult didn't have one. It was so cool!!
I am sad to say that I haven't had a Good Humor in years. I know they still sell them in the freezer department at our local supermarket, but what's the fun in that? Maybe if it's 8 in the morning and I am standing in a truck stop parking lot I will try one, but I still don't think they will ever taste as good.
