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My dad (Fred Wolf) and I would stop frequently at the grocery there on our way to and/or from my Uncle Ray's place on Silver Ridge Road for hunting or fishing. Dad would get cigarettes, (candy for me - usually "Stage Planks" and a RC ) and he'd end chatting with this sweet old (to this youngster) lady there. Until I was done and begging him to take me fishing. Good times, and a good soul. She will be missed.
Jerry Wolf
September 19, 2025 | Friend