When I was a boy, I spent many a Saturday morning accompanying my mom to the grocery store. I'm pretty sure it was called Hogans and it was on Cypress Street, in West Monroe. Mom would do her shopping and I would stand at the comic book rack and read about Kid Colt and The Rawhide Kid. If I had been a good boy, which wasn't often, I would get to bring a couple of them home. If I remember correctly, they cost 25 cents. I don't have any of those old comic books I collected in the early 70's - I sure wish I did!
What I remember best about those trips to the grocery store were the western comics, the orange sherbet push ups and the chocolate soldier cold drinks. I don't know where all the nostalgia is coming from this morning, but it might have to do with the fact that I'm starting a series called "Legacy" this weekend or the fact that Toy Story 3 comes out next weekend just in time for Father's Day. Regardless, I cranked up the search engine, found these pics and enjoyed a nostalgic trip to the grocery!
What I remember best about those trips to the grocery store were the western comics, the orange sherbet push ups and the chocolate soldier cold drinks. I don't know where all the nostalgia is coming from this morning, but it might have to do with the fact that I'm starting a series called "Legacy" this weekend or the fact that Toy Story 3 comes out next weekend just in time for Father's Day. Regardless, I cranked up the search engine, found these pics and enjoyed a nostalgic trip to the grocery!
I remember those same comics. I do have some of my old ones. same push ups and chocolate soldiers...great treats!
ReplyDeleteDon't remember the comics, but remember going with my Granddaddy to some old run-down gas station in Pine Grove, LA. Enjoyed the trip with him always and he would buy me Pop Rocks and Big Red soda. We'd go back to his house in the country and he'd let me ride the tractor with him, call the cows, and take me on walks, where I would ask Grandma if she'd pack us some biscuits for the walk.
ReplyDeleteGood times. Funny how we remember even the littlest things that mean something really big in our lives. I miss both of them.
I have very similar memories as a boy going and waiting out the incredibly long shopping trip just so I could get a couple of packs of baseball cards. I still have them, Amanda is ready to throw them out though
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