Another America long ago

According to my father, somewhere around 1940, when he was in grade school in south St. Louis, he realized that all the little shops in the neighborhood would run a charge for their family and for many others, and he stopped into the little candy store that he passed on the way home from school and charged a few pennies worth of candy. That seemed all to the good and made a habit of it on the way home each day. Eventually the shop owner presented a small bill to his parents, and his mother, he said, put a boldly punctuated stop to all that. That was another America from the one we know today, don't you think?

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By Ken Smith, Friday, December 13, 2013 at 9:59 AM.