So, so, SOOOOOOOOO love this place and SOOOOOOO happy you've written this love letter to them! I've never ever felt a negative sense of anything inside these doors. There are smiles and there are familial greetings and there's fine and fresh produce, meat - and even chicken livers when those don't seem to be available in another grocery store for a hundred miles. Whenever things are getting heated up outside for any of us, whether weather-wise or temperament-wise, all we have to do is go do a little shopping at King's Red & White. It is a balm for the soul. Much like Durham's Hope Valley Diner on the other side of town. But that can be a whole other story!
So many memories of shopping at King’s with my Grandmother and Mother. I have shelled countless beans and peas. The chicken is so fresh- and the right size!! Thanks for this great story!
What a boatload of memories you triggered in me as I read about yours! Thanks for this fine article. There were two small neighborhood grocers in my family. They slaughtered the dressed chickens they sold in the yard behind the stores. And they both chained smoked as they worked.
So, so, SOOOOOOOOO love this place and SOOOOOOO happy you've written this love letter to them! I've never ever felt a negative sense of anything inside these doors. There are smiles and there are familial greetings and there's fine and fresh produce, meat - and even chicken livers when those don't seem to be available in another grocery store for a hundred miles. Whenever things are getting heated up outside for any of us, whether weather-wise or temperament-wise, all we have to do is go do a little shopping at King's Red & White. It is a balm for the soul. Much like Durham's Hope Valley Diner on the other side of town. But that can be a whole other story!
So many memories of shopping at King’s with my Grandmother and Mother. I have shelled countless beans and peas. The chicken is so fresh- and the right size!! Thanks for this great story!
Thank you for this prose poem about my favorite grocery store.
What a boatload of memories you triggered in me as I read about yours! Thanks for this fine article. There were two small neighborhood grocers in my family. They slaughtered the dressed chickens they sold in the yard behind the stores. And they both chained smoked as they worked.