Living in NYC, the only horse drawn wagon I remember was the junk man. There were cow bells strung across the back of the wagon to announce his presence and the horse’s name was “Macy.”
We had those in Cleveland too.
The guy came down the street calling out “paper, rags”
We used to separate the foil from the paper in a chewing gum pack and collect the foil in a ball. The junkman would pay fifty cents for it.
Also we made fans out of Popsicle sticks (wove them together and then stuck one in as a handle).
Vegetable man also had a horse-drawn wagon. I remember these men as very grumpy.
The shoemaker would give us something called a landy—an old worn-out heel of a shoe—to play hopscotch with.
I remember a horse drawn wagon that brought fresh vegetables to our house too. I remember how disappointed I was when the man got a P/U truck. I liked petting the horse.
We still have a knife sharpener that comes by on the Upper West Side. He rings his little bell. Walking.