Tag: Grocery


Who Are We?


We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” – William Shakespeare

⚽I happened upon that quote recently, and I think the Bard of Avon is on to something.  He has probably given us more quotes than anyone else in history, if we exclude President Trump😊.  I went thru the majority of my life believing I had not reached my full potential, that something was going to happen that would require all my energy, and I was going to have a major impact on, either the company I worked for, or the people around me.  That never quite worked out for me, but I have had a productive and rewarding life, not achieving my full potential, but twisting as much happiness from it as possible.  I think the Bard is asking us to do great things, but a great thing in my opinion is a collection of many small things done right.  If I’m driving down the road in a Porsche and pass someone on the road that needs help and I ignore their plight, have I reached my full potential as a human being?  If your neighbor needs help but won’t ask, are you reaching your full potential by offering to help without being asked?  There are many ways to achieve excellence in life, and it doesn’t have to be necessarily job related, it can be what you are as a person.  I can easily tell you the most successful businessman I have known, but I cannot tell you how successful he was as a human being or how much he is loved by those in his personal life.  And I’ll bet if I asked him which was more important all the money he has in the bank, or his family and friends, he would say family and friends.  

Albert Einstein said it so eloquently, ““Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.”   Now that’s a horse I can ride!    

⚽ My wife amuses me often, and in the most innocuous ways.  She is averse to change and when that happens in our home, she becomes annoyed with me.  I recently replaced all the land phones in our home (4) with a new Panasonic KX-TGF572.  It is cordless and links to our two cell phones and downloads all my contacts from my cellphone for us to use.  It announces the name of the person calling, if listed in my contacts, so practically, everyone we know gets announced.  It has nine speed dials, so the nine people we call most are easily accessed by pushing one number and holding it for two seconds. To get any messages left, you push “Menu”, #323.  Now that bothers her.  With our old system, you simply pushed the “Play” button.  That bothers her a lot.  Never mind that it has all these other handsome features, that one little disappointment sours her attitude towards it.  A few years ago, I bought her a robot vacuum, which we named “Fred”, and I start it on Tuesday’s while she’s out grocery shopping.  By the time she gets home, Fred has finished his vacuuming and returned home to his charger, awaiting his turn again next week.  I think old Fred is a great addition to our family, he doesn’t have to be fed, nor clothed, and is perfectly satisfied with his role in our household.  But, there’s a reason why I turn him loose on Tuesdays and that’s because my wife is not home, because if she is, Fred gets a barrage of criticism, i.e., he moved a chair slightly, something fell over, etc. 

I believe it’s sorta like when she was replaced as the Navigator on our trips by our GPS.  She still gripes about that thing, although, it gets us to places that we would have a difficult time finding with a map.  I plan on making our next vehicle purchase an autonomous (self-driving) one, and I don’t think I will be disturbed because I have been replaced as the driver.  I can just imagine us getting in our car in our small town on the east coast and saying to it, “Take us to John & Philly’s house in Thousand Oaks, CA”, and off we go without  having to touch the steering wheel.  Then, I will get to enjoy the beautiful scenery that flows by outside just like my wife does now. H. Jackson Brown, Jr., said, “Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than the one with all the facts.”   Now that dog will hunt!

⚽  A few weeks ago, I was watching my granddaughter (Robin) on a Facebook video and she was describing her first grocery pickup at Walmart.  She ordered her groceries over the phone and drove there, they were waiting at the curb, and the attendant loaded them into the back of her van.  She was so excited that her voice increased two octaves.  As I watched that video, my thoughts drifted back to my teenage years in the 1950s when our local independent grocery store would take call-in orders, fill them, put the cost on your credit tab, and delivered them to your home.  You were expected to pay off your tab on payday, some did, and some didn’t.  I remember my parents owing our local grocer $1300 ($9,000 today) and I was ashamed to go to his store with my mother’s grocery list.  He never blamed me for non-payment, but I was, nevertheless, humiliated, because our family could not pay him.  I am unaware of how my father resolved that issue, but many more issues followed us as I slowly marched towards adulthood. 

Today, my wife and I put everything we buy on our credit card and pay it off monthly.  Heck, even the soda machines take credit cards.  I always carry some cash in my wallet, but I very seldom use it.  I guess what I’m getting at is some things that seem new and exciting to our younger generation is actually a very old concept.  I often wonder if we’ll ever get back to wearing our shirt collars turned up or cuffed jeans and flattop haircuts?  Do I yearn for the good old days?  Not really, because then I would have to give up the life I enjoy today, and I’m not willing to do that.  But it does give me pleasure to remember them. 

Someone once said, “What is hard to bear, is sweet to remember”.  I sorta think that’s true.

⚽ I received a phone call from an old high school classmate (Wayne) the other night and he just wanted to talk about the missive I wrote, “Teachers Make Excellent Friends”.  He enjoyed the article because he was a teacher for most of his life and, perhaps, it made him feel good that he had impacted so many lives.  He still lives within a few miles of where he grew up and enjoys his life immensely.  I can always tell because of the secret smile in his voice.  The one thing that he knows that maybe some of us just suspect, is that home is the place where our life story begins.  And, he has chosen to remain close to that special place in his life.  Most of his classmates, including me, left the place we still call “Home” for other places.  I still enjoy going back there every summer and visiting my family and friends, but I live eight hours away and time goes by so quickly.  And, I know the bottle is forever draining, because each trip back reveals that someone from my past has transitioned to the other side. 

Ok, getting back to my friend’s phone call.  He told me that when we were in last summer, he drove by where we usually stay (my cousin Harold/Willis) and was unable to discern if we were there, not willing to just barge in.  Oddly, we had driven past his home and, not seeing any vehicles, assumed they were out of town.  Normally, I would take out my cellphone and call, but back home you’ll be lucky to get a signal.  Back there your cellphone is just a camera.  You can go across the mountain to Richlands and your phone works well, but in Buchanan County the mountains are high, and the valleys are deep, all the women are smart and pretty and all the men are strong and handsome.  I guess that kinda makes up for not having a cellphone signal. 

When I go home this summer, my friend is on my “Visit” list.  An old Czech Proverb says, “Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends”.  Amen to that!    


Grocery Day


                                                      Grocery Day

When I was growing up in the 70s, my family did a lot of simple things together as a family unit.  My sister and I rarely stayed home alone while our parents went out.  Wherever Mama & Daddy went, we tagged along, and we never complained.  Back then, there were no video games or cell phones to keep us entertained.  So the chance to get out of the house for a little while, was well received.

One family outing was written in stone.  Every Friday after school was grocery time.  We all piled into the car, Mama with her well thought out shopping list, and Daddy with his freshly cashed paycheck, and we headed uptown to the closest supermarket.  

Farm Fresh wasn’t the largest grocery store in town, but it was just big enough for my parents to still feel comfortable and not overwhelmed.  In 1973, we had moved from a small town in East Tennessee, to a much larger city in Virginia.  Neither of my parents felt comfortable in crowded places.  They stuck to the smaller, older stores and businesses that most reminded them of back home.  

Mama was a hard-core grocery shopper.  She knew exactly what she wanted, what brand, size, and the amount she planned to pay for it.  She already had a menu made up in her mind of what she would prepare for meals the following week.  We all knew to just let her be as she shopped, and not to bother her while she was in her zone.  Daddy had already been given his orders as to what his job would be.  Usually he would pick out all the produce.  Having been a wonderful farmer in Tennessee, he was well equipped for this job.  I don’t remember walking with my sister, so she must’ve had a chore helping Mama.  

The only thing I remember doing is wondering around the store.  Maybe picking up an item or two that I needed for school, or a sweet that I could talk my mama into buying.  Sometimes I was allowed to bring a friend with me.  At least then I had someone to talk to my own age.  We could walk through the store people watching and make fun of weird hair styles or clothes.  Typical tween stuff I guess.  At least until we became bona fide teenagers!

As teenagers, a trip to the supermarket meant a chance to check out the bag & stock boys.  We would dress in what we thought were our cutest, most flattering outfits and prance around in hopes of getting a look our way.  Yes, we were very silly.  But we didn’t know that at the time.  We were too silly with our boy craziness to realize these young men, who were much older than us, had a job to do.  A job that I am sure they wanted to keep.  We just knew that one Friday, one of those cute boys would come up and talk to us.  Maybe even ask us for our phone number.  That of course never happened.  But we entertained ourselves quite well none the less.  

However, one of those stock boys did notice me one day much later.  But not in the store.  He was introduced to me by his mother and later he became, not only my first real boyfriend, but my husband Rusty.  He had been one of the stock boys that never even gave me a glance.  He was a hard worker then and remained a hard worker all his life.  

After our long trips (they seemed to take an eternity to a kid) to Farm Fresh, we would go home with our bounty that would sustain us for another week.  Almost every Friday’s dinner would be chili dogs and French fries or potato chips.  Mama would be too tired to cook, so Friday was the one day out of the week that she would make something fast.  Every other day we would have a plate full of the basic food groups, served hot and on time at exactly 5 pm.  Yes, we were very lucky ducks to have my mama cooking for us every day!

When Rusty and I married in 1983, I of course thought every Friday would be grocery day, and it was.  I took after my mama and learned quickly how to plan a menu for the following week.  Money would be tight for several years, and I learned not only how to make things stretch, but how to make our meals healthy and tasty.  I had it down to each individual portion.  I have told my daughters that I even calculated every bite that would be taken.  No joke!  I had the best teacher in the world, and I appreciated my mama more with every meal I cooked.

I like to believe that I passed on some of the knowledge I learned from my mama to my three daughters.  They have each certainly impressed me from time to time.  My youngest daughter now orders her groceries on her phone and drives up to the Walmart and has them placed in her car.  She never has to step foot in the store!  That amazes me!.  If that service had been available to me at her age, I don’t know whether I would have used it or not.  I am happy for the people who can benefit from it now though, and I have seriously thought of trying it myself.  The thought of someone else picking out my food for me, well haven’t quite grasped that one yet.  I still prefer to pick out my own items, check those sell-by dates, bargains, and what have you.  I’m still very much my mama’s daughter on grocery day.