My last stop yesterday was the grocery store. I had several errands to run; the post office, the bank, and by the time I finally got to the grocery store it was after 5 and the lines were long. I stood there waiting, watching people and I started thinking how different it is now from when I was a kid in the 1950's. When Daddy got off work on Fridays, we'd all pile into the car and head off to Brown's Grocery. For Mom it was more than a weekly grocery trip, it was an outing. She and Daddy would push the cart, reading and looking for "something new to eat!" Mom was a list maker, meticulous in her ways...she never wanted to run low on anything so items were jotted down all week long in preparation of Friday night's outing. My brother and I would either tag along behind them or park ourselves in front of the magazines with instructions to "be good." That wasn't a suggestion, it was a direct order given with "that look" from Mom. She had it down pat, she could sear your eyebrows with that look..it meant business!
Brown's Grocery had rows of cans, lined up and stacked in little pyramids to make them look like there was more. Boxes of cereal were 3 or 4 deep and if I try I can name the brands..there were Post Toasties, Rice Krispies, Bran Flakes, Sugar Pops, Sugar Flakes, Malt-o-Meal and oatmeal, and the boxes were so small compared to what we buy now. Loaves of bread were short, sodas were in 10 ounce bottles, orange juice came in those little 3 ounce cans that only made like 3 cups of juice! We'd have 3, maybe 4 bags of groceries, and that was a whole week's worth.
When I got home yesterday, I put away the case of dog food, the 196 oz. Tide, I struggled with the 50 lb. bag of bird seed and I wondered how we got to Super-Town.