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Safeway Grocery Store - Stephenville, Texas 1956

This is a picture of the Safeway Grocery Store employees in Stephenville, Texas. My father, Leon Fremont Richards, is second from the left on the back row. My step-mom, Mildred Smith Hicks, is second from the left (first woman on left) in front row. This was taken before they were married, I believe, around the year 1956. They met while working for Safeway and each of them worked in the meat department.

They were married January 25, 1958 in Desdemona, Erath Co., Texas and spent 27 wonderful, happy years together. My father died of lung cancer on April 8, 1985 and Mildred died with Alzheimer's disease on May 4, 2001. She never remarried.

A Puckett cousin of mine wrote me the following, "That is neat, Judy! You know, we have a plaque on the office wall at the IGA grocery store where I work that says "You really can meet the man of your dreams at a Grocery Store!"

Looks like my step-mom did just that!


What a neat picture. Thanks for sharing.
Cindy said…
Love this photo! What a fantastic story behind it also - she did meet the man of her dreams! Such a treasure.
Glad you enjoyed this post. I've always loved this picture. Just wish I knew who the other folks were.

Yes, they did find their soul mates. They loved one another so much.
JoLyn said…
I love this photo and story, thanks for sharing!
Janice Tracy said…
What a wonderful post! Every picture has its story, doesn't it? And you wrote a lovely one about this one.
Cindy said…
Judy - Thanks for being a frequent visitor and follower of my blogs. I've got an award for you at Cindy's Place, at the following post link
BeNotForgot said…
Hi Judy -- LUV the heartwarming story behind the photo. Followed this one here from Janet's post for the July edition of "Smile for the Camera."

My father, and his father, worked in grocery stores in Rockdale, Texas -- Pa Jake until his death in 1957, and Dad until he joined the Army in 1946 shortly after graduating from Rockdale High School.

Thanks for sharing. Vickie E.
Thanks Vickie! Rockdale is close to Round Rock, isn't it? Guess you grew up in those stores, too, didn't you? Daddy always tried to show us girls how to cut up a chicken for frying ~ and I still remember some of his tips, but mostly, I could never do it right!

You might enjoy my post about his pork chops, Baked Pork Chops - A Reminder of Home.

Thanks for the comment, as always.

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