1. When I was a girl, they didn’t need security cameras. Tony stood behind the counter. Everything was on shelves behind him, up to the ceiling, with a long grabber stick to pull things down from the higher shelves. We told him what we wanted and he got it off the shelves for us. I used to love to go to Tony’s grocery store. The Pederson’s butcher shop was attached, with stairs to upstairs apartments between the two shops. Those were the days…

  2. My Father owned a shop like that and my mother and aunt use to work in the back weighing and bagging up sugar, spices etc etc. I can still remember the wonderful smells. The customers would come and sit on the chair in the shop and talk while Dad made suggestions for their order. The orders went out in the afternoon with the delivery boys who often took the boss’s young son with them on their bikes.