I know I’m dating myself but when I was a young girl, there were no supermarkets. Sure there were grocery stores where you’d buy your flour and coffee but it wasn’t by any stretch “one stop shopping.”
The milk man came and left things like milk, eggs, and butter in an insulated metal box that sat outside. It was something like magic because I never saw the man since he came around so early but open up that box and there it was – dairy products.
A man used to come around with a big wagon selling fruits and vegetables. We could hear him yelling from down the block, “Water-mel-oon! Three cents a pound!” Everyone would go outside, swarm the wagon, and buy their produce for the day.
Meat was always brought at the butcher, wrapped in brown butcher paper. Fish came from the fish market. Bread was purchased from the bakery. Well, except for Wonder bread. I still can’t believe we ate that.
Then came the supermarkets. As they grew, many of the small shops closed up. The butcher shop and fish shop closed. No more fruit man. Good bye milk man.
Sometimes things do come full circle. Since moving out to the country, we have been going to the farm stands for all our produce. My eggs, milk, & cheese are from the dairy farm. I’ve been trying to bake bread although it’s been too hot to do much baking. Flatbread, on the other hand… I will never go back to store brought pita bread again. And today we ate chicken I bought from the poultry farm.
Everything is fresher and better tasting. I always knew I was a country girl at heart!