ping:)
I was born in 1960 and share some of those with my mom born in 1918.
Although it was lots of fun to hear her childhood stories. The rag man with his mule-drawn cart. The ice man that when the kids gathered around was a bit sloppy in cutting the cubes that would perfectly fit the ice box (from memory) so the kids would have some cold ice shavings on a hot summer day. (”Growing up - we never had ice cold drinks!”)
I used to go skinny-dipping in the same creek that my old man did. Of course we had to be careful as there were suburban homes nearby when we did it!