There was a new supermarket in back of our house. It had opened with balloons and search lights to announce the grand opening. But my Mother preferred the small family owned grocery store across the street from the supermarket. It was a market with a butcher on the premises to cut the meat to your liking. There was also a liquor department, with large cutout of the Miss Rheingold contestants on display. The displays had ballots so you could vote for Miss Rheingold. I was too young to vote or drink Rheingold beer, but I definitely paid attention to the advertising campaign. I thought all the Miss Rheingold contestants were beautiful.
There was also a small post office in the store. A good natured older lady with rosy cheeks and gray hair named Mary worked there. She knew everyone by name and would ask about the family when you came in. One day she accidentally gave me too much change when I went to mail some things for my Mother. When I went home and my Mother realized she had given me too much change, my Mother sent me back to return the money.
Another time, the owner of the store, George, caught a boy from my school stealing. George made the boy sit in front of him while he called the police. The police came in and gave the boy a lecture designed to scare him straight. I was in the store and watched the incident. I, too, was scared straight.
I did steal a couple of penny tootsie rolls one day. George had been busy helping someone else and I guess I really wanted some candy. I took the candies and felt so guilty that it was my only incident of thievery. And I went back to the market as an adult and paid George for the tootsie rolls.