It’s me again — the person who started this “ice cream, knish man, etc” topic. Just thought of something else. I remember the milk man, the Fuller Brush man, and the man who sold seltzer in big blue bottles. I remember going to the corner luncheonette (I don’t think they call them luncheonettes anymore), and buying egg creams after school. I haven’t seen one of those blue seltzer bottles in years. Several years ago, I decided to make an egg cream for my daughter (who has never seen or tasted a “real” one). I made it using Canada Dry seltzer. Wasn’t bad…but it wasn’t like I remembered. But now she’s a convert! But…she keeps asking me where the “egg” is in the egg cream. I haven’t a clue. 🙂
Remember the name of the Marshmellow cookies with a marshmellow stuffed between two vanilla wafers?? Those were my favorite.. Let me know if you don’t remember..
Ruby the Knishman was more popular than any president, in Brooklyn in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. I knew him in Canarsie as a youth. He was all over the place! For an in-depth dedication to this fine man, please go to http://www.angelfire.com/co/cascole/ruby.html
I grew up in a cluster of garden apts in Ridgefield, NJ and recall the ice cream man, the milk man who brought bottled milk with cream on the top to the wooden (and later aluminum boxes) outside our back doors, the Fuller brush men who came by once in a while, the bakery guy (can’t remember the name) who had fantastic cupcakes (you could roll off the top chocolate icing and eat it separately) and also the guy who sharpened knifes and scissors who came by periodically.
I grew up on the Lower East side of Manhattan — or at least that was what WE called it. Now the section I grew up in is called “the East Village”. Sigh. Anyway, I remember three different ice cream trucks (Mr. Frostee; some other company I can’t remember; and then eventually, Good Humor) in the summer. I remember the “knish man” in the winter. He was a large, grungy-looking individual wrapped in about ten layers of clothing to withstand the cold he had to endure eight hours a day. When I saw the movie, “Fiddler On the Roof” years later, I remember thinking that Tevye looked just like the knish man! Funny how, as an adult, you think about things like where street vendors go to the bathroom and/or wash their hands. As a child, you couldn’t have cared less.