It’s Etched in Stone: Sweet memories of a local donut shop and life lessons

By RALPH STONE
For the MVI

As an eager 10-year-old boy during the World War II years, my family lived in a second-floor apartment above a hardware store in downtown Monessen.
Two blocks from there was a family grocery store that my mother often sent me to for items such as bread, milk, butter and lunch meat. If the order was more than my developing arms could handle, I rode my red wagon and tugged the order back home. On some of those excursions, mom would reward me with a nickel or occasionally even a dime!

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