A couple of years ago, at a funeral, Mother actually ran into Harlie’s wife, who worked at the Meat Market. She knew she recognized her but couldn’t place from where. Finally, she approached her:
“I know you from someplace.”
“Yes, you look very familiar to me, too.”
… “What did your husband do for a living?” [Notice the lack of asking what she did for a living–very dated.]
“We ran a little grocery store on Davis Highway…”
And then both said at the same time: “Harlie’s Meat Market.”
“Why yes! I remember your two children.”
I especially liked the animal cracker cookies because they weren’t too sweet.