Another newspaper from September 1992. I simply refused to believe, that anything was sold here that late. So I checked the maps. The place is marked down as a store on 1991 maps. I am amazed.
Order sheets from the central wholesale arm of the nationwide workers’ co-operative. The place has sold nails and halters for both cows and horses. So it hasn’t just been a grocery store, it has been a hardware store, too, although the place is so remote and so small.
I no longer wonder, why the company formed by the merger of the workers’ co-operatives ran into financial problems in the early 1990’s.
That bottle of booze wasn’t sold here, but it was probably consumed here, as it is so old.
More evidence: a junk mail magazine from 1992. Surely the amount of stuff from that year can’t be a coincidence?
The view towards the front of the store.
Something, which looks like a former kitchen further strengthening my beliefs about the shopkeeper having lived here.
And on top of the stairs down were stairs up.
After taking a second look, I got second thoughts.
But I went anyway. It was just a cold attic.
Now a slight mystery detail again. There are newspapers sent to someone in the neighbouring municipality. Who they are and why these ended up here, is a mystery.
Order sheet for stuff from 1951. They are so faded I can no longer figure out what has been on them.
This brand of beer was originally cancelled in 1998. It has since been brought back a few times, but I believe, that this is from the original run.
We end this story with another picture from the order books. Quite a strange place in all its simpleness.
But a millenial can’t imagine what was normal back in the days and what wasn’t.
You’re a millennial? Sorry that you missed out on perhaps the greatest decade of all time (the 1990’s). I would do ANYTHING to go back, even for a day.
I didn’t miss it, but I’m exactly 10 years younger than you are. So I was still a child, when it happened.