Getting Sent To The Store
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hearlady
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When I was 6 or 7 my sister would send me to the Richdale around the corner to get her a Ring Ding. She said if I did she'd give me a big surprise. Well, my surprise was always a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. I groaned like I was mad but also giggled because it was funny and sweet. I fell for it every time.
Dr.Colosso
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A friend always had to get groceries. I think she was the only one from our class. I thought it was weird. She was 8. Her mother was a housewife. She'd bike to some shops to get groceries.
OldFeller
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I forgot all about Ring Dings!
I used to love them as a kid.
hollydolly
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Always got sent to the corner store... On the note it was just the list of things to buy and it was wrapped tightly around the money
Sometimes there was only a couple of things to get so I would commit it to memory.. even at 7 or 8 years old...
To this day I can recite the most often sent for things that I didn't need a note for
1/4 of Ayrshire bacon
pack of Ever ready double sided razor blades
The hotspur, the Victor, and the Hornet ( all boys comics..all for my father, not the kids )..
Sometimes there was only a couple of things to get so I would commit it to memory.. even at 7 or 8 years old...
To this day I can recite the most often sent for things that I didn't need a note for
1/4 of Ayrshire bacon
pack of Ever ready double sided razor blades
The hotspur, the Victor, and the Hornet ( all boys comics..all for my father, not the kids )..
OldFeller
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Of course I had to investigate and find out about the comic books.Always got sent to the corner store... On the note it was just the list of things to buy and it was wrapped tightly around the money
Sometimes there was only a couple of things to get so I would commit it to memory.. even at 7 or 8 years old...
To this day I can recite the most often sent for things that I didn't need a note for
1/4 of Ayrshire bacon
pack of Ever ready double sided razor blades
The hotspur, the Victor, and the Hornet ( all boys comics..all for my father, not the kids )..
I thought this was interesting (from Wikipedia)
The Hotspur was launched on 2 September 1933 as a story paper, the last of the 'Big Five'.
The first issue came with a black mask as a free gift and contained an offer for an electric shock machine:
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hollydolly
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those comics blighted our childhood.. every Saturday I was sent for them, ..woe betide anyone who tried to read them before him..even if he wasn't at home....
he would read them at the dinner table as well... and he never gave them to us to read when he was finished.. but if any of us read anything at all at the dinner table, even a school book...a shoe would come flying at our heads!
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My brother and I always were getting sent out for something or other... either to the store or
to the cigarette machine down in our apartment complex's lobby.
Most times it was routine, sometimes bonuses were involved like being allowed to spend the
change as we liked or just making choices and decisions (like an adult might) when it was called for.
Sometimes there were disasters like losing money on the way or dropping the eggs on the way home.
Once my mom wanted napkins... I bought the wrong kind, but didn't get a real explanation of "how/why"
they were "wrong". See, we never used "napkins" we were a paper towel family... but she said "napkins"
and I just picked up the first box that I saw that ha napkins written on it.
I finally figured out my mistake years later, lol.
to the cigarette machine down in our apartment complex's lobby.
Most times it was routine, sometimes bonuses were involved like being allowed to spend the
change as we liked or just making choices and decisions (like an adult might) when it was called for.
Sometimes there were disasters like losing money on the way or dropping the eggs on the way home.
Once my mom wanted napkins... I bought the wrong kind, but didn't get a real explanation of "how/why"
they were "wrong". See, we never used "napkins" we were a paper towel family... but she said "napkins"
and I just picked up the first box that I saw that ha napkins written on it.
I finally figured out my mistake years later, lol.
hollydolly
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that made me laugh, but when my mother sent me for those she always made it clear she wanted DR Whites.lolMy brother and I always were getting sent out for something or other... either to the store or
to the cigarette machine down in our apartment complex's lobby.
Most times it was routine, sometimes bonuses were involved like being allowed to spend the
change as we liked or just making choices and decisions (like an adult might) when it was called for.
Sometimes there were disasters like losing money on the way or dropping the eggs on the way home.
Once my mom wanted napkins... I bought the wrong kind, but didn't get a real explanation of "how/why"
they were "wrong". See, we never used "napkins" we were a paper towel family... but she said "napkins"
and I just picked up the first box that I saw that ha napkins written on it.
I finally figured out my mistake years later, lol.
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hearlady
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Your Dad was a dick. That's all I can say.
hollydolly
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yes he was ..Your Dad was a dick. That's all I can say.
hearlady
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I know that sounds horrible to newcomers but holly has shared some stories that just............
Ronni
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I got sent to either “the shop,” the little corner store run by Mr.Packard who looked like he was 100 years old. Or “the top shops,” a small shopping center with a variety of stores. Mostly I shopped without a list, but sometimes if there were more items than was typical, or something unusual, my Mum would write it out.
The shop was for things like cigarettes, a couple cans of something or other, or things like bacon which Mr. Packard would wrap up in newspaper, a stack of which was always laid flat on the counter for just that purpose.
I was allowed to get thrupence (three pennies) worth of lollies (candy) for my trouble. Mr Packard had a large glass apothecary style jar of single wrapped sweets and I dug around in there looking for my favorites. Thrupence bought me 6 lollies.
The wooden front step into the store was so well used that it had a gentle depression in the middle, worn down by countless feet stepping on it.
I was usually sent to the top shops if Mum needed something from the butcher, or she needed more nylons…15 denier, color natural.
Mum was an amazing dessert book, she baked every Sunday…pies, trifle, rice pudding, bread pudding, cream puffs….and every so often she’d sent me to Mt Packard’s with an apple or rhubarb pie and a dish of rice pudding or trifle. He lived in the back of his shop, and Mum always sent me after hours with the desserts, so I’d have to go to the side door and knock, which always freaked me out a bit.
Man!! I hadn’t thought of any of that in years!!
The shop was for things like cigarettes, a couple cans of something or other, or things like bacon which Mr. Packard would wrap up in newspaper, a stack of which was always laid flat on the counter for just that purpose.
I was allowed to get thrupence (three pennies) worth of lollies (candy) for my trouble. Mr Packard had a large glass apothecary style jar of single wrapped sweets and I dug around in there looking for my favorites. Thrupence bought me 6 lollies.
The wooden front step into the store was so well used that it had a gentle depression in the middle, worn down by countless feet stepping on it.
I was usually sent to the top shops if Mum needed something from the butcher, or she needed more nylons…15 denier, color natural.
Mum was an amazing dessert book, she baked every Sunday…pies, trifle, rice pudding, bread pudding, cream puffs….and every so often she’d sent me to Mt Packard’s with an apple or rhubarb pie and a dish of rice pudding or trifle. He lived in the back of his shop, and Mum always sent me after hours with the desserts, so I’d have to go to the side door and knock, which always freaked me out a bit.
Man!! I hadn’t thought of any of that in years!!
officerripley
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Huzz's mother started sending him to the store about a block away when he was 4.
hollydolly
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same.. same.... when I was under 7... we lived opposite a little tiny independant store..I tihink the owner was Italian....
I was sent for the earliest age, to cross the road ( there was barely any cars then).. and go to the shop..
when I was about 6 ...I found some sixpences that my sister had been given when she was taken to visit my grandmother.. so i took one.. and went across the road to the shop and spent it on sweets.. , the next day I did the same... so knowing I never had money for sweets he came over and told my mother ...
In the rual community I grew up in there was a little store (and that's what we called it, The Little Store) that was around four miles from my home. I don't remember ever having a note but I would walk there and buy Pall Mall cigarettes for my folks and .22 cartridges for myself, I was probably 12 or so.