Higgledy-piggledy Piggly Wiggly

oldcabinI didn’t know what the heck to write about today. It was a kind of higgledy-piggledy day and a couple of really good things happened at work (oh, no big raise or anything, just little things) and then all the way home, I kept getting stuck behind vee-hickles whose drivers were drovening 10 mph below the speed limit. Or taking forever to enter an intersection after the light turned greeeeeeeen. I’m sorry but: 1) put down the damn phone and 2) If you are not capable to drive competently due to extremely advanced age, putchyer Lincoln in the gaaaa-rage and give it up. (We’ll see how happy I am about giving up driving some day. Except that I will NEVER own a Lincoln! Well, except maybe for that Lincoln that passes the Edmund Fitz in that old hot-rod Lincoln song.)

Higgledy-piggledy led to Piggly Wiggly and my mind went off on a tangent about the grokkery stores I grew up with. There was the A&P. We went there most often. It was a couple blocks away from my grandparents’ house and just across the street from the Boult house, where I spent a lot of time with my friend Helen. Over on Superior Street, we weren’t within easy walking distance of the AP (as grandma used to call it) but that’s where we often shopped. But we also shopped at the Red Owl. It was down by Brady Park and last I looked, it was a Border Patrol stronghold. I was out in the gaaa-rage sifting through The Comm’s stuff not too long ago and there was a bunch of stuff in a big Red Owl box. I had a moment of panic just now. Did I get rid of that Red Owl box? I think I had a plan to disperse its contents and break it up and throw it in the recycle. Why? At least without taking a picture of it? It’s okay. I have had NOOOOOO time to deal with any of The Comm’s stuff that we brought down here last time. It is in Mouse’s old room. Whew!

The Piggly Wiggly? We didn’t go there often. I don’t know why. There was something about that store that fascinated me. I fergit what. Something about how the carts were corralled. I dunno, when I was a young child, I often did a very light-weight version of parkour (google it). The Piggly Wiggly provided possibilities that I never acted on.

Anyway, this is the cabin that my grandparents built back in the 1920s. May it stand forever.

3 Responses to “Higgledy-piggledy Piggly Wiggly”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I didn’t recognize any of the grocery stores except Piggly Wiggly. We had a couple of them downtown and I was fascinated by the name. (P.S. I have no need to google parkour!) 🙂

  2. Sam Says:

    Downstate we shopped mostly at A&P before Meijers Thrifty Acres opened (remember when it was called that??? when I worked there????). In the UP, more Rahilly’s than Red Owl, but only by a nose.

  3. Tonya Says:

    We used to have Piggly Wigglys around here (one on my way home from work when I was a 19yo living in my first apartment). But they’re all gone. I remember my mom said they were “expensive.” I never saw an A&P until I moved to Maine (very briefly) in my senior year of h.s. Never had them on the left coast.