leswp1
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What was commonplace or part of your life when you were little that has since disappeared? Those of us that are older could probably fill a thread by ourselves 
For some reason I was remembering trips to the grocery store when I was little. We used to go to shop in a Purity Supreme that now would be considered little but at the time was a "Supermarket". Everyone smoked inside the store (I wonder where they put the cigarette butts, now I think of it). We would go thru the line and the gentleman bagger, wearing a tie, would bag the groceries and put them in a sturdy metal bin. The metal bin was put on a ramp of metal rollers in a que with the others and pushed out of the store thru a flap. Outside there were all the metal bins, filled with groceries waiting. We went out to the car (black VW bug with 3 large neon orange flowers stuck over the back wheel well) and drove up to the front of the store. The gentleman working out in the front, also in a white shirt and tie, would load the car for my mother and she would tip him. He would shove the metal bin on another ramp of rollers and it would roll back into the store.
Later I remember the bag boys, still in ties, pushing the carts out to the car, helping load and her tipping them.
Oh, and my father wore socks that he had garters for just below the knee.
For some reason I was remembering trips to the grocery store when I was little. We used to go to shop in a Purity Supreme that now would be considered little but at the time was a "Supermarket". Everyone smoked inside the store (I wonder where they put the cigarette butts, now I think of it). We would go thru the line and the gentleman bagger, wearing a tie, would bag the groceries and put them in a sturdy metal bin. The metal bin was put on a ramp of metal rollers in a que with the others and pushed out of the store thru a flap. Outside there were all the metal bins, filled with groceries waiting. We went out to the car (black VW bug with 3 large neon orange flowers stuck over the back wheel well) and drove up to the front of the store. The gentleman working out in the front, also in a white shirt and tie, would load the car for my mother and she would tip him. He would shove the metal bin on another ramp of rollers and it would roll back into the store.
Later I remember the bag boys, still in ties, pushing the carts out to the car, helping load and her tipping them.
Oh, and my father wore socks that he had garters for just below the knee.
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). The seagulls would come right up pretty close to see if there were any goodies to eat in our trash. We'd spend some time throwing rocks, breaking bottles, looking for neat stuff (but dad never let us keep any of it, because it was in the dump, where it belonged). The dump was a great place for exploring for 4 young brothers. Today, the dump is a transfer station (I believe the one of first built in MA years ago), but located in the same location as the old dump.
