jujube
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I definitely remember the milkman-my grammar school best friend`s dad was ours-but mostly we all loved our "donutman"...errrr,breadman. He would park on the street outside of our junior high school every day and open the back of his truck,roll out the shelves and ohhhhhh,the aroma!!!!
We were staying in a big RV park in Lancaster, PA. I heard a bell ringing and looked out to see a big horse-drawn wagon pulling into the park, driven by an Amish gentleman. He let down the sides and there were shelves full of pies, bread, pastries, jams, cheeses and other goodies. People came trotting from all directions and literally cleaned him out. He came almost every day. Good business to be in.