Down my street in a small town came:
The Mason Can bus - olive drab bus to pick up workers for the former can factory that had been converted to make ammunition for World War II. Brought 'em home at night, too.
The I Cash Clothes Man - horse drawn wagon - outgrown clothes bought and sold
The Savarin Coffee Man - horse drawn wagon selling fresh roasted beans for your hang-on-the wall hand grinder.
The fruit wagon - yes, wagon
The meat wagon - limited selection but cut to order. This is the one that caused my grandmother to say of a local politician: "That bugger could talk a dog off a meat wagon."
The knife and scissors grinder - truck with power-takeoff grinding wheel
The iceman - first by horse wagon, truck came later
The milk man - stand up to drive Divco truck
The fish peddler - pickup truck with a roof over the back leaking smelly dripwater from thawing ice
The junk man - horse & wagon - buying any cans, bottles, bones
The Rag Man - and his horse. Bought clothing the I Cash Clothes Man didn't want - paid a penny a pound. My mom never trusted his scale.
The library bus - but only twice a month
The motor-market (converted bus) - convenience store on wheels
and most important......
The Ice Cream Truck you could hear coming from half a mile away!
Now I wish I had taken pictures of them but dad was very protective of his camera and film (Kodak Panchromatic) was expensive.
