Studly Doright and I are traveling a new route through Arkansas on our way home from Hereford, Texas. We passed a Piggly Wiggly grocery store in Dumas, Arkansas, and I snapped a quick photo. Our romance began in a Piggly Wiggly store in Dumas, Texas, over 42 years ago.
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Haha what a funny name! our neighbourhood grocery store’s called “Pork specialties” for no apparent reason, and for no apparent reason we all call it the 3 little pigs 🙂
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Now that’s a puzzle!
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Oh so sweet!
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my sister once visited me and as a gift she gave me about 100 Piggly Wiggly plastic bag! I loved reusing them LOL
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My dad worked for Piggly Wiggly most of his life.
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