After explaining oleo to Courteney, I feel as if I should preface this by saying "Long long ago in a galaxy far far away". 

When I was a kid, before we moved to Dolton, we lived in the Roseland neighborhood of Chicago. There were 2 grocery stores both owned by men named Sam. One was about 2 blocks away, the other about 5 blocks, (this one was a little larger). Not often, but once in a while, I would be sent to one of these establishments to get something that we had run out of. I was never given money to buy the stuff. I'd go and tell Sam what I needed and he would write it down in his book. I was also given penny candy. I don't know if that was written down or not. My mom would pay for it on Saturday when she did her shopping. All of our dairy products were delivered by the milkman and a lot of our spices came from the Watkins man. I also remember going to the drug store for medicine and that was mostly all that was sold there. We had a rotary dial phone and sometimes when you picked up the receiver, one of your neighbors was already on it talking to someone. Otherwise when you picked it up the "operator" answered and you would give her the number. My number for example was WAterfall 8 7174.