I've always loved the word "co-op", just loved the way it sounded.
So important, so interesting, with the promise of so many wonderful things all grouped together.
The doing of new things, with dozens of shelves overflowing with bottles and bags of this and that.
Spices and teas and healthy things. It makes me happy.
You don't have to get up too early when you go to work at the co-op. You have leave by eight or eight-thirty. And I didn't actually have to work. Mom and sisters did the work. I came along for the ride cause I needed to go shopping after close-up time.
And a sweet girl with blue hair who came in with her grandpa who bought her chocolate.
And a tall blond boy with long hair who wanted Cream of Tora Tora, but we were all out.
A nice, sweet lady whom everyone knew but me. I'm sure she wondered about the strange girl lurking about.
Dawna worked at the bagging counter, all day. She'd scoop up the produce, or whatever, into bags, then twist ties around them. I love this one cause of the blue and golden-orange yellow apricots. It was my first real day with my beautiful new lens, Kat. I love her.
Miss Bucket, peeking out from the curtains, and how the curtains are just this whole faded length of homespun goodness!
Red beans, white beans, black beans. And some kind of orange rice? next to the lentils.
And when you close up this little bit of the world, you vacuum, and Hannah turns the sign, and locks the front door.You gather up everything into bags, and leave the cash register open, penniless though, and the last thing you do is turn out the lights.
It was a glorious, mysterious day, filled with people and things never done or heard or seen before. I got to see my family work as a team, how industrious they were, I loved them better than ever! There was some talk of my returning another day, and working for an hour. Perhaps.