Sack o’ Sugar

When I was growing up, the family business was a feed store. Many many tons of heavy sacks of things moved through the store every week. When supplies got low, big trucks arrived, backed up to the storage barn, where the unloading took place. No fork lifts were involved in this process. Every sack of chicken feed, softener salt, lime, and cracked corn was stacked at the back of the truck by the driver, lifted onto the shoulder of a man on the ground, carried into the storage room, and stacked by hand. From the time I was able to lift the smallest 25# sacks, I was expected to help. I saw nothing unusual about this.

As I grew in strength, I graduated to larger and heavier sacks. When I got my driver’s license, I naturally took the truck out on deliveries. I had other jobs as I was growing up, but “helping Dad at the store” was something that was always part of my life.

The other day, we were getting low on granulated sugar, and I foresaw a need for a lot more. We had jam to make, and wine too, both of which used a lot of sugar. So I had “sugar” on my shopping list. When I got to the store, I looked at the 25# sacks of sugar, and said, “why not?” I stuck one in the bottom of my shopping cart along with the other week’s supplies.

It wasn’t until I got home and started unloading the groceries that I unconsciously tossed the bag of sugar over my shoulder. Lots of memories of so many bags on that shoulder came flooding back. I brought the sugar inside and left it on the couch for a day or so just to remind me of the sacks of freight I’ve shouldered in my day.

One Response to “Sack o’ Sugar”

  1. Ryan says:

    But did it scatter all over the place like the dog food?

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