No ice cream trucks in my part of rural Georgia. Ice cream came in a box from the grocery store. Put it in the cart last and hurried home before it melted. Rare treat for special occasions.

When I visited my aunt in Kansas City (a great town in the 50s) it was a nut-crusted sugar cone from the Good Humor Man. A neat little vehicle with a distinctive horn to announce its approach. 10¢, I think.

For me, being borne in the mid 60s, as a kid it would have been mostly in the 70s.
My favorite was the Toasted Almond Bar.
As far as how much I don't remember but it had to be less than .75 cents?

Fast forward to the mid 80s through the 90s, I was a volunteer firefighter in the town I grew up in.
Many years before I joined the department someone had donated a very large piece of land, several acres for us to build our new firehouse on.

We build on the front part and a deal was made with the town to developed the rest we owned and still do as a park with tennis courts, a play ground, a picnic pavilion and baseball fields.

The reason I mention this is because the Ice Cream truck during the summer was down there several times a day. One day as it was leaving we waved the truck over to the firehouse. On the week days after work and on the weekend there were always 7 or 8 guys hanging out.

We found out a very nice young lady was running it and was working to help pay for collage.
She did very well for her self her tip jar said collage fund and it was full.
I am sure it helped that she also worked in a bikini top.

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Originally posted by Aglifter:
I mean… I own an ice cream truck…

Sounds like we need a SC low country SF Shoot!


For the OP, late 60's early 70's, and yes Bomb Pops were the ultimate pick!.... Biggest thing you could get for your money....

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Originally posted by HRK:

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Originally posted by Aglifter:
I mean… I own an ice cream truck…

Sounds like we need a SC low country SF Shoot!


For the OP, late 60's early 70's, and yes Bomb Pops were the ultimate pick!.... Biggest thing you could get for your money....

With a girl in a bikini serving ice cream!

The Good Humor Man was king and his distinctive white truck was his chariot back in the 50's & 60's.The bell was the lure. Amazing how that little bells ring could penetrate even the thickest walls and flush kids outside in seconds.
My go to was Toasted Almond and Chocolate Eclair bars.
Nothing today comes close to the taste of those.

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Originally posted by P220forever:
1960's. The Good Humor truck. Toasted Almond Bar.

Yep...but no clue how much they cost, maybe a dime?

I got bim bam banana pops, dixie cups
All flavors and push ups, too

I'm your ice cream man, baby, stop me when I'm passin' by
See now all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy

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Originally posted by SigSentry:
Bomb Pop. Don't recall the price. They were huge and seemed to be the best value for my hard earned $2 weekly chore income. Serious brain freeze.

My friends dad drove the ice cream van in the 80’s so I got it for free. I think that bomb pop was $1 at that time.

A friend had a truck back in the early 90's. I'd do it once in a while.

The mark up and profit margin were obscene.

But after a while the music/bell and the kids made you want to shoot yourself.

We had Johnny the ice cream man in my neighborhood back in the '50s. Really nice guy. He would give you a free Popsicle on your birthday. He could tell if you were trying to deceive him though. It was futile for any other ice cream truck to try to sell on my street. We always waited for Johnny.

He actually saved my life. One day I was riding my bike and my front tire got wedged into the railroad tracks at the crossing on main Street. I couldn't get it free and one of those old coal fired locomotives was coming.

I saw a guy hanging off the engine waving at me to move. They were not going to be able to stop in time. Being 7 years old I just kept pulling on my bike trying to free it not realizing the real danger. All of a sudden an arm was around me lifting me and my bike and ran with us just in time as the train passed.

The hero was Johnny the ice cream man.

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Originally posted by Gustofer:
No ice cream man in my small town growing up. We were forced to ride our bikes to Dairy Queen for our butterscotch dipped cones.

You had a Dairy Queen? *low whistle* Lucky.

Good Humor and Mr Softee.
Sometimes there was turf wars between them. Talking fist fight.
Grew up in Projects of upper west side NYC.

My favorite, ice cream sandwich and strawberry shortcake popsicle. Yum.