Photo credit: Ames History Museum
On Sunday, my little neighbors Minnie and Marie came home from errands with their folks and decided to have an “Icee” stand down on the boulevard. I was weeding in my yard so I got a front row seat to all the proceedings. First off, “icee” was a misnomer, since they were actually selling those Fla-vor ice pops but they had their signs made so I wasn’t going to quibble. They also were giving out dog treats free and borrowed one of Guinevere’s bowls so they could have water for dogs as well.
Most of the work for setting this up was done by their folks and then Dad sat up on the driveway with his laptop as they got going. They were selling the ice pops for $1.00 – a long cry from the 5 cents that was the going rate for a cup of Kool-aid when I was a kid – but that didn’t seem to stop anybody (including yours truly). Of course, there was also some sampling of their own product as well. Even on a busy street like ours, a few people actually stopped as they were driving by. A third neighbor child, Lindsay, joined them for the last hour, although it was clear they were all flagging by then.
Minnie told me that they made $18 and then confided that it was really boring. They were open for 3 hours total (they took a break for lunch), so that’s 6 ice pops per hour… not terribly rigorous traffic.
I had several Kool-aid stands when I was a kid. The house we lived on when I was Minnie’s age was on a corner lot of a fairly busy street. Like most kid-run stands, my folks paid for the Kool-aid, the sugar, the cups and any other supplies that were used. One time my father suggested that we kids split the profit with him since he had paid for everything. Unfortunately this lead to graft and a second set of “books”. He never asked again.
Did you ever sell stuff as a kid?


