Freddy – The Good Humor Man

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I wish I had an actual picture of Freddy. However, he had all the accoutrements of the guy in this picture. There was nothing like hearing the unmistakable shaking of the Good Humor truck bells. “It’s Freddy!” we would all shout out.

Whether we were shooting hoops in Bobbie’s backyard, playing two-hand touch in the street, shooting pool in Robbie’s basement, or swimming in the above-ground pool in my backyard, we would always have time to take a Good Humor break.

My favorite was the Chocolate Eclair, shown above, in the center. The best part was getting to the solid chocolate center, no matter which ice cream bar you ordered. Freddy wore the waste change machine. I remember most things were about fifteen to twenty five cents. If you gave him a quarter and something cost fifteen cents, he would work that change machine without even looking down. It was very impressive. Eventually, the prices went up to fifty cents, much to our dismay. One summer Freddy came by with a new product – The Whammy Bar. They were thin frozen ice bars in several flavors – Coke, Root Beer, Cherry, Lemon-Lime, etc. And they only cost a nickle!

Here’s the only picture I could find (I remember them only being frozen ice):

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As time went on Freddy rolled into the Block in a brand-spankin-new truck. It was totally enclosed. He didn’t have to get out of it but was able to serve us our ice cream out of the side of the truck which had a large opening in it and a long stainless steel counter that most of us could hardly see over. The bells were automated too. Instead of ringing them by hand all he had to do was turn them on. What innovation!

Take care Freddy, wherever you may be. You were one of the ‘coolest,’ good-humored, guys I knew growing up!

Posted by Mark Koperweis

The Fog Man

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Every now and then during the summer months we would hear the sound of the Fog Man coming.

With great excitement we would run out of our houses and hop on our bikes following it for blocks on end. We literally couldn’t see the bike in front of us. We would crash into one another thinking that was fun. If we came out unscathed we felt like heroes.

There’s nothing quite like the smell of DDT.

This is where our lives began and took shape in our early days. Some of us met here when we were 2 years old. We were just learning to talk. Its astounding to think that after all these years, and after all the struggles and successes of each of our lives we are still in touch.

All of us have so many stories to tell about this place – The Block: Summer stick-ball games, water balloon fights, hiding behind the wall at the entrance and throwing eggs at cars as they drove by, fishing in the canal, sneaking into neighbors’ backyards and spying on their parties, and a thousand other adventures of kids growing up in an awesome place.

Let’s use this space to post pictures and stories and to plan our reunion where we can all come together and travel back in time, reminiscing about the past and inspiring one another about the future.

Stay tuned as we work together collectively to make this space grow and watch it fill up with tales of our childhood adventures for future generations to share and enjoy.

Thanks for taking part in this exciting endeavor.

Warm regards,

Mark Koperweis

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