The IGA is now known as the Jamestown Market. I’m guessing this has something to do with the economy and budget cutting, but it will always be the IGA to me.
At the IGA, my mother bought some cheese for us. They knew it was for us because they know my mom. The woman carefully sliced it, then went to the back and had it shrink-wrapped on a tray because she had done that for me once, and I had commented on how nicely it was presented. So now she always takes the initiative to do that for me.
The next time I was in, she gleefully inquired whether I knew who had sliced the cheese for me when my mom picked it up. Of course I noticed it at the time! How fun to be remembered in this way. And how delightful that it delighted her that I was delighted.
Once when the deli was busy the owner came over to slice our cheese. Before he weighed it, he slipped a piece to my toddler. Then he slipped him another. Then he weighed the cheese.
The owner agreed to sell my son’s paracord bracelets right by the counter. He treated number one son like a legit businessman, and he put up a sign: “handmade by local youth.”
The lady who manages in the evening sells me her farm fresh eggs because I appreciate the effort that goes into them. She won’t sell them to anybody else.
The other lady who manages in the evenings attends church with friends of ours (another large family). She never fails to ask how we are all doing and say how nice it was to see us at her church.
I routinely sneak in at 3 minutes before closing, and they give me the “whew” sign with a big grin. No attitude. None.
The prices are quite reasonable, especially if you consider paying an extra ten cents for something keeps you from driving 15 miles to the Walmart. I have a rule: If the IGA sells it, I buy it there. The gratitude I have for this little store and these good people who serve in it runs deep. I’ll even go out of my way to buy some things I don’t need — just to do more business there. I wonder they shouldn’t sell admission tickets.
Did I mention I love Jamestown?
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My first job was at the IGA in Tell City, IN. Great memories.
When we used to take vacations, we traveled back roads and would often shop at the local IGA’s (and other small town markets). This was before food tourism became the “in thing”, and I would go into these stores looking for the local flavors…more than once I have come out with some special treat that one would never find in the bigger stores a little further down the road.