Category Archives: stop and shop

#627: Stop and Rob Memories

They’re tearing it down.
In case you hadn’t heard, the Stop and Shop
grocery store on Pleasant Street is on its way out.
My daughter and I went on a last sentimental visit:
Where oh where are the One Direction fanzines?

The store stops here. 
Basically, the part that used to be ‘Island Variety’
and ‘Nantucket Wine and Spirits’ is now gone.

Where are my rice cakes?

At least they still have the watermelon candles.
They make me happy.

No, no! No more Annie’s vegetable lasagna.

Hmmmm. What else is missing?

Everything organic.

The posts are still here.
Every one of my kids squeezed through these posts
whenever we went shopping.
It was a tradition.

Now my last baby squeezes through
for the last time.
A poignant moment.

Not for her.
Although the loss of Hall’s Vitamin C drops
seems to be hitting hard.

And the missing beauty products…
We’ll miss you, Old Stop and Rob.
Thanks for the memories.
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#356: Stuck on-island during Winter Break

Do you want to know what it’s really like?
Hmmm? The BEAN is closed!
Until March 5th.
Life, as you summer folk know it, doesn’t exist here.
Slush is dropping from the sky.
There were only 40 or so folk in church on Sunday.
Island teens are sitting in shopping carts,
for the fun of it:
What? It’s better than doing drugs.
Our old cat is sleeping, yes, taking whole naps,
on the counter where he isn’t allowed:
Of course, he’s 19 years old so allowances
are being made. 
And me? I’m sorting neckties:
By color and fabric,
in preparation for weaving seats for all those chairs
in the basement.
The bright colors help make up for the weather’s grey.

#213: Tropical Storm Irene: What all the wusses missed

We were ready:
Trucks protecting the Stop and Shop windows

 Sandbags at Cheryl Fudge dress shop, down by the harbor
Shops boarded up on Main Street
Not goin’ anywhere…
 Warnings at Surfside–all the locals go to the surf beaches
to watch the waves…
Of course, it’s not safe, but it’s real.
That’s what all those who scurried off the island missed.

The sand was blasting–it felt like being stuck with pins,
we had to turn around to protect our eyes,
sometimes real hurts!
This is as close as I could get to Brant Point,
the Coast Guard blocked access because the glass had
broken in their signal tower and it was blowing around.

God moves in a mysterious way;
His wonders to perform
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

#203: Is it food?

Some aisles of the Stop and Shop,
I don’t even go down.
Not veggies because we grow our own,
and not this:
Because it isn’t actually food.
Fruit doesn’t grow like this:
Nor does it come in barrels:
Give me a homegrown tomato anyday.
My kids’ll take real food in their lunchboxes, 
and (big) hugs from mom.