Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – May 12, 2017

It has been cold and rainy this entire month. I think we’ve had one completely sunny day. Otherwise, we get half an hour here and there. Between rains.

We took the dogs in for their quarterly grooming today. It was raining when we came out. We don’t even get one whole day without mud, but they were beyond dirty. They needed grooming.

Help wanted
Long hours
Garry inside

We stopped at the deli coming home. It has changed owners. The new people work insanely long hours. This is what is so great about our immigrant population. These folks work hard and they don’t spend a lot of time complaining about it. They make wonderful neighbors.

17 thoughts on “DOWN BY THE DELI”

  1. A Quaker Deli owned by Asians?

    I find things with which i am not familiar a little unsettling. I find comfort in familiarity.

    I’m familiar with (what i think of normally as) Quakers. I’m familiar with (w.i.t.o.n.a.) Asians.

    I’m not at all familiar with Asian Quakers – maybe i need to get out more? (but i like it in here where it’s comfortable and the unexpected can’t shock or disturb my sense of order) 😉

    If it were only one, or maybe two things i found that disturbed my sense of familiarity i think i could probably cope, given a little time to get used to the idea. My (and i suspect many more people’s) problem is i find many more than two every single week and they seem to be escalating in number logarithmically!

    I may need to retreat from the advancing tide as a coping strategy? What was the name of that game again?


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    1. I know you’re kidding, but the deli is called the Quaker Deli because it’s across the street from the oldest Quaker Meeting house in the U.S, And the road is Quaker Highway, too.

      They are nice people and working very hard. I’m really grateful to them because otherwise, we wouldn’t have a deli at all.

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      1. Now there’s a good example of how having a little extra information can change a picture or thought entirely. I thought it was a Deli for Quakers – or selling Quakery things to the wider public (whatever that might be???) 😉

        I do tend to put in a little of my own (decidedly weird) humour into most things i write and try not take myself TOO seriously ( mostly 😉 ) I don’t always come across to others that way. 😦


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      2. I miss the original owners because they were the first people to greet us and make us feel welcome when we moved to Uxbridge RFD. They were genuinely nice folks who treated us as extended family.I even wanted to do a story about them when they decided to sell. But they were gone before I could do anything.

        The new folks are very friendly and capable. I’m impressed because they knew my first name the second time I stopped in — and they knew I love Raspberry Lime Rickey soda. They make sure it’s always in stock even if it means keeping a few in the back room.

        I hope the new family can make a go of it. A local deli is something special.

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    1. This is one of the ways immigrants make a living. Our kids and English kids and probably European kids don’t want to be on their feet 16 hours a day, seven days a week. But these folks will do it. This is their ladder of success.

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        1. Yes, we first-world people don’t like to work that hard. That’s why the deli was sold. The kids didn’t want to do it. That’s why ALL these little stores are being sold to immigrants. The kids want something less stressful … and with shorter hours. And maybe a better living. Oddly, it seems rather appealing to me, if it weren’t for all the business stuff, at which I am not particularly good.


  2. I worked with some guys from VietNam. One guy had 4 jobs. Yeah.
    After I left that (printing) firm, I got a job as a Security Guard. On night shift one night I ordered some Vietnamese food. Guess who delivered it?
    Work ethic? These guys are insane. But where they come from this is what you had to do just to survive.

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    1. JC — I remember a Vietnamese family who took over a Mom and Pop store in Roxbury, a predominantly Black neighborhood just outside of Boston. They were really nice, hardworking people. They were subjected to some racial harrasement by Black thugs who said the new shop owners were “outsiders…who should go back to their own country”.

      The Black thugs were the same people who complained about racial harrasement just a few years earlier. I remember covering their story. I chewed them out royally after we covered THEIR bad acts. The Black guys started to give me the “Bro” explanation and I really got mad. They walked away quietly.


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