Just over at atlantatimemachine.com and saw this pic. Colonial was the first grocery chain I remember in Fayetteville; my first chain grocery memory was of the Big Apple at Jamestown at Herchel and Roosevelt Hwy. I loved going to Jamestown with Linda on Saturday; it was her day off from Ft Mac and I got to spend the whole day with her riding around the southside and shopping. Every part of the day was special, watching Bugs Bunny and Road Runner, riding up Old National, asking about each house we passed, glimpsing Aunt Mitzi's house under dim pines, sometimes stopping, going over the expressway, and finally reaching Big Apple at Jamestown. In addition to grocery items, Linda bought Tog a Longs for me to wear as play clothes. These were matched cotton knits, a unisex precurser to Garanimals. They were displayed in a cardboard endcap in the section nearest the far wall (away from Roosevelt Hwy.) I shared her enthusiasm for these soft colorful clothes; what I hated was later in the day on Saturday when I had my long brown hair washed and Dippity do-ed and rolled. Then I was set under a hot, burning bonnet dryer for several hours to perfect the sausage rolls for Sunday, when I would get to wear tights, gloves, a scratchy slip, a scratchy dress, and maybe even a hat.
But before that indignity, I was allowed to play on the 100 foot tall metal monkey bars, on the playground that I'm delighted to see is still there at Jamestown. The only trauma here was my abject screaming terror at the low flying jets that routinely flew over the parking lot. I was still having nightmares about these planes crashing on to my house when I was in high school. Not suprisingly.
A visit to the Ranch House ajacent to the Big Apple strip never failed to cheer me, though, as I delighted in the paper placemats with the border featuring various cattle brands traced in a rope font.
When I began Lee Crest the summer of 1970 we began frequenting Colonial, in Hudson Plaza 2, (at GA 85 and GA 92) since it was on the way between the school and Kenwood. There was a cashier named Jackie who was always kind to me, even allowing me to ride on the grocery conveyer with the groceries.
When I saw this in the garage about to be thrown out- I rescued it and placed it on a high spot in my kitchen.