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05/18/2020
Exclusive Hours for Senior Grocery Shoppers Help High Risk Group Avoid Large Crowds During COVID-19
The photograph is of a grocery store sign in Blanchard, Oklahoma that has exclusive hours for senior citizens. Starting 03/18/2020 the grocery store, Spencer's Grocery, instituted a 6:30 to 8:00 AM seniors only (60+ years old) shopping period. This has been in practice ever since and offers those in the higher risk category a less crowded alternative way to shop for groceries during the COVID-19 pandemic. Contributed by Clinton P. Roberts, curatorial intern for Arizona State University, HST 580. -
05/18/2020
Toilet Paper & Paper Towel Supplies Slowly Return, but Concerns Keep Purchase Limits in Place During COVID-19.
After nearly three months of toilet paper and paper towel shortages, a local grocery store in Blanchard, Oklahoma has paper goods in stock for more than a few hours. Monday morning deliveries normally sell out within the first hour or two. Today toilet paper and paper towel were in stock in to the early afternoon hours, but limits on purchasing these items still remain. Signs worn shoppers that the purchase of paper products are limited to one per customer due to fears of hoarding and/or shortages. These restrictions have been in place since mid-March, 2020 due to the COVID-19 pandemic. *Original text in "Creator" and "Contributor:" Clinton P. Roberts, curatorial intern for Arizona State University, HST 580 -
03/12/2020
Empty grocery store shelves
The week that the lockdowns occurred in March, the shelves at the grocery stores were completely bare. -
2020-04
"Uh... very little. It has done nothing but support..."
"Uh... very little. It has done nothing but support previously held faiths and encouraged me in personal growth." "Uh... the community is still gathering but not physcially. Uh... we moved everything online that is possible. As for participation within it, um the um everyone in charge has gone out of their way..." -
2020-04-11
New social distancing restrictions are posted at local Shaws market - Cohasset, MA
Image of notice at local Shaws market restricting occupancy to a max of 50 shoppers at a time. -
2020-04-11
Shoppers in new social distancing line at local Shaws - Cohasset, MA
Image of shoppers forming new social distancing line at local Shaws market. -
04/11/2020
My husband wearing a DIY cloth mask in line outside the local Shaws market - Cohasset, MA
Image of my husband Tom O'Brien wearing his newly home-made cloth mask and standing in the new social distance line formation outside the local Shaws. -
2020-04-16
Journal of a Walmart employee
Journal entries. -
2020-05-01
Grocery Stores During Covid-19
As this pandemic is dangerous and can cause many deaths, the grocery stores have taken precautions and have made aisles one way. if you need something on that aisle, you must go the way in which the arrows are pointing. -
2020-05-01
Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign
Collection of photos of various signs regarding coronavirus safety in local parks and stores. A marker of the disruption of our lives and a dedication to protecting our citizens. April 15-May 1 -
2020-05-25
My Coronavirus Costco Trips
A personal account of how the pandemic has changed everyday life. -
2020-04-01
Pennywise Coronavirus Meme
This meme was funny to me because it shows the extremes that people are willing to go to, in order to get things like hand sanitizer during this time. This relates to my life because whenever I've gone to the store for groceries, I see signs in the front saying "no hand sanitizer, no sanitization wipes, no toilet paper, etc." or "limit 1 hand sanitizer per person". I didn't know it would get that crazy, but I guess Pennywise has a new way to get kids to come into the sewers with him in 2020. #CSUS #HIST15H -
2020-04-03
People encouraged to sign up for CSA
People are being encouraged to sign up for CSA (community supported agriculture) to support local farmers and eat healthy during the pandemic. People stocked up at the grocery store when the pandemic started so it became harder for people to buy certain items. Those who lost jobs have been struggling even more to be able to afford food. #NortheasternJOTPY -
2020-03-14
Wealth of Nations
The image shows the aftermath of a grocery store two days after a state of emergency was issued in Virginia and all schools were closed due to Covid-19 -
2020-04-30
The Great Grocery Store Run
Throughout my whole life I have never seen people so scared and/or lost like I did during this pandemic. Hearing on the news that the COVID-19 pandemic was sweeping across the country and that we were encouraged to stock up on essential supplies I decided to head to the nearest Walmart and get the things I would need for daily life to continue. As I walk into the grocery store, I could immediately feel the panic that was upon every individual that was in the building. Shopping carts full to the max as well as almost everybody having on mask and/or gloves. Shelves were almost completely empty with nothing really left for the workers to stock them back up with. People fighting over items that we considered very small and unimportant just a few days ago. I was completely shocked at just how real this invisible virus had become to everybody,and what people were willing to do to make sure that they were able to survive. A day I will always remember as the Great Grocery Store Run. #REL101 -
2020-04-23
Missing foods
While pandemic is going on, there are many people who end up buying more than the amounts that they need for themselves. This then leaves families who are in actual need to not have something healthy to provide for their families. #REL101 -
2020-03-17
F*** the Corona, Gotty Boi Chris, New Orleans, LA
New Orleans bounce artist Gotty Boi Chris released the song "F*** the Corona" in March 2020. Lyrics describe shortages in stores resulting from panic buying due to the stay-at-home order. -
2020-03
Greed causes the Caos
As the news outlets and the media flood fear into the public eye, greed and human nature show their true colors. Mid-March 2020 -
2020-04-19
The Covid Diaries Entry #11
My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 11. enter into the gauntlet that is Trader Joe’s, if you dare. (but not during critical week). April 8, 2020. I award a halo to Chris Steele for paying for my groceries when my card declined. I throw a pitchfork at the tomato sauce jar for smashing to the ground and creating a scene of much distress. Since Corona inception to current -
Since Corona inception to current
The Covid Diaries Entry #8
My experiences of this pandemic Entry 8. playing an endless game of scavenger hunt for coveted supplies. April 2, 2020.HOT requests: chlorox, rising yeast, potted herbs, paper goods, swiffer mops, reusable gloves, sanitizer, any disinfectant (99.9%), flour, tylenol. -
2020-03-29
The Covid Diaries Entry #5
My experiences of this pandemic. Entry 5. soaking in vital sun rays while in queue to buy groceries - 6ft - *important to support olders/wisest & local business/* March 29, 2020.ps the masked dog is fictional. Though I would not be surprised to see this as people are weird with their pets. -
2020-04-25
Corona Virus Grocery Meme
This picture is a perfect depiction of the unnecessarily extreme measures some Americans are taking during grocery shopping, i.e. covering up abundantly, stocking up on toilet paper, etc. This humor is more targeted at making fun of the ignorance of some people. -
2020-04-16
Grocery Store Shortages
This was a photo of my local grocery store pasta sauce isle on April 16th. I know I have probably seen a dozen photos of the same or similar situations, but this really made me think about not only how I took the availability of items for granted, but also the people who work there and their frustration as well. Many grocery store workers are experiencing frustration and dread at work because of shopper irritation and frustration over unavailable items. There were obviously several choices left, but not what I usually use. That made me reflect on how we as a society become so entrenched in our own routine that we often forget the challenges that others experience all over the world and the complete unavailability of necessities that we take for granted. Shortages are a challenge to all of us and this has made me far more respectful of that fact and all those that are impacted by them. -
2020-04-08
Local Italian cafe restyled as grocer
Local cafes can only serve takeaway so our local Italian cafe Tre Fontane is reinventing itself as an Italian grocer to stay in business -
2020-03-29
Diary Entry
The ”lay off” Day 7 Whatsthisday, the 307th of Archpril The clocks changed tonight. I only know because I happened to be awake when they switched. An odd experience. One minute it’s 01:59 and the next 03:00. Yesterday was Earth Hour I’d missed that too, but Magdalena remembered and we spent a sleepy hour reading by candle and lamplight before heading to bed at 21:15. It’s a sort of tradition now. I missed both of these events because the available bandwidth to process news is simply overwhelmed with Covid-19. For a microscopic virus, it’s footprint in the macro world has become gargantuan, undeniable. Even for those for whom denial had become a way of life. I went to bed too early and now I can't sleep, so I’m browsing The Guardian and eating Clementines. We used to call them Mandarin oranges when I was a kid, but in Sweden, they call them Clementines for some reason. The US news is just apocalyptic. That’s a word I use far too much, but it really is the only one that fits now. Multiple, simultaneously accelerating sites of infection, the death rate approaching a thousand a day and the federal response remains jerky, incoherent, contradictory. At every news conference, Trump is like a bear in a trap, enraged, striking out blindly, snout spraying foam and blood with every snarl. He seems to sense a looming future that involves piano-wire and a sturdy lampost on some broad american boulevard. The lunacy is incomparable, without precedent in my lifetime. We are watching the Suez-cide of an empire in real time. In Sweden, things remain comparatively calm, but the undercurrent of concern is electric. We all feel it. We all know the exponential curve is on the way for us too. Our own local "Empire", the EU, is under tremendous strain as well, but here at least the causes remain pedestrian and institutional: the predictable outcome of a deliberately weak central authority rather then some bloated Nero. When this is over, we need to take a closer look at that. The house is cold – I’ve turned off the electric heating as spring pushes the temperatures higher, but it’s 0 degrees out there – so I creep down to start a fire. This is a delicate business at 03:30 in the morning or 02:30, whatever. The point is, it’s the middle of the night, and starting a fire tends to be a noisy obtrusive business, what with the roaring blaze, cast iron stove and so forth. I manage to get it just right, a minimum of metallic pings and ticks, the air flow turned down low to throttle brighter flames but not the coals. Satisfactory. I get back to writing. We’ve been in voluntary lockdown for about 2 weeks now. The first week was just a conventional work from home and then the layoff came. That was week 2. Today/Tonight/This morning, we are heading into week 3. That doesn’t mean we don’t do anything and I’d planned a series of activities with a minimum of social interaction for Saturday. Two things actually, a trip to hand stuff in to the 2nd hand place (Vinden which literally translates as Attic) and the open air recycling center. The fruits of a week with too much time on my hands. To that we've added a trip to ICA Maxi for a final round of supplies buying. The handoff at Vinden was perfect. There were some other people dropping stuff off, but we waited in the car for them to finish and then dumped our stuff. Eight bags of assorted clothes, utensils and older electronic odds and ends. Social interactions? Zero. Then we headed to Maxi. It’s dawning on me that this isn’t ideal. I’ve had misgivings about heading into an enormous shopping center in the middle of a global pandemic. Shopping should really be done only during off peak times and Saturday morning is about as on peak as you can get. This is feeling more and more like an avoidable error. I clutch my hand sanitizer and pull on my gloves. However, when we finally pull into the parking garage I’m encouraged. There are very few cars. We don’t need that much stuff, so instead of a trolley we get one of those rolling baskets and head in. There are plenty of people about, but Maxi (as the name suggests) is very large. It has acres of floor space and I can immediately see that people are distributed for maximal social distancing. There is a weird synchronicity to their movements, as if everyone is generating a repelling magnetic field, they slide past each other with meters of clearance. Even when people are speaking to each other or staff, they seem to be standing on either side of a 2 meter gorge. We pinball our way to the cat food (these goddam cats will be the death of us), traversing a wide arc through pet toys and obscure cleaning products, it’s a very lightly trafficked part of the store and we meet no one. Then down into fruit and vegetables to pick up oranges, clementines, apples and bananas. I read somewhere you can freeze fresh fruit and I want to try it. Magdalena has more practical goals in mind and selects the ingredients for a salad. In the fruit and veg section we actually bump into our handyman, Lars. Not literally of course. He has a heart condition and we don't want to kill him, so we stand either side of the gorge and shout pleasantries. Then onto dairy for milk (reason number two, after cat food, we are here at all) and two big plugs of cheese. Then I decide I want to get a loaf of freshly baked bread, but it’s a dilemma. No packaging. If I touch the bread with my gloves, anything on the gloves will transfer and then I’ll shove that material into my stupid fat face when we get home. I opt to remove the gloves, sanitize, pop the bread into the bags provided, then put the gloves back on. A month ago this aberrant, peculiar behavior would have attracted stares. Today, not the merest ripple of interest. The world has moved on. We head to the check outs. They are well manned and we immediately find one with a single shopper finishing up. I realize then we should have self-scanned all this crap. Now the checkout person is going to touch all our stuff, breath on it and so forth. While they contaminate everything I’m blipping my card. The blipping is great because you just hover the card over the reader. Nothing actually touches anything. You still have to punch in the code on the keypad (I shudder at this even though I’m wearing gloves) but the whole business is so much superior to the epidemiological nightmare of handing physical cash back and forth. Uuurgh. Cash. Filthy lucre. What a mad unsanitary idea cash is. Or more correctly in Sweden, was. Another big plus in Sweden’s fight against the spread of the virus. Cash is no longer king. It’s not even a local warlord and all its Statues were pulled down years ago. We head out to the car, sanitize, and home. Social interactions? Two. -
2020-04-12
Diary Entry
The "lay off" Day 21 We broke quarantine yesterday to visit Malin for her birthday. First trip to Gothenburg in about two weeks. We also met up with Richard Brodie (he had agreed to part with an elderly computer screen), ordered pizza in a restaurant and shopped for groceries on the way home. I notice that the cashiers in the ICA are all behind a massive Plexiglas screen now. We talked about and justified it on the grounds that it was travel within a single region (Västra Götaland) we were not infected (Magdalena and I have been in complete isolation for more than the incubation period) and we would only be a group of 3. We were hand sanitizing the bejesus out of our hands all day and grouped several tasks deliberately to limit the chance of getting infected and then passing it on. Still. A lot of brief social contacts. A LOT. Now we need re-isolate and see what turns up in the little petri dish that is us ... Malin was in great form and settled into her lovely new apartment. As a gift, we had brought the closest thing we have that can pass as a family heirloom. Basically our first piece of furniture, a battered old chest we bought in Dún Laoghaire in 1994 when Magdalena was pregnant with Malin and we we're planning our move to our new apartment in the City Centre of Dublin. Some nice symmetry there. Every 14:00 CET on weekdays we all tune into the Daily Folkhälsomyndigheten Show to be reassured that all is going well. So far so ... uncertain. Deaths in Sweden continue to climb and Stockholm is pretty bad. In terms of EU averages, Sweden in the aggregate is on the upper end of the mid-range, a little worse than Ireland but much better than the UK or the Netherlands. Only Stockholm can be compared to Italy or Spain, but even here, the gap remains wide. Västragötaland and Skåne remain stubbornly flat and intensive care occupations across the country have been flat for weeks with 20% capacity still available. I'd really, really like to see either the death rate or the number of new cases flattening, but honestly, we just are not seeing anything statistically significant yet. The direction on all metrics continues upward and I have to admit that worries me. It seems like every week we're saying, "we'll know NEXT week", then next week comes and things are a little bit worse, but still clearly (apparently?) under control. Another week it is then. The nightmare scenario is that magical tipping point where all the curves suddenly hockey-stick upward. When that happens - and we have seen this in multiple places around the world - you are looking at weeks of chaos, overrun hospitals and rapidly escalating death rates. The only thing that gets things back under control are severe lock-downs. A more intensive Swedish lock-down could be coming if these metrics don't start flattening and then dipping appreciably soon and it's vital to not leave that too late. If we've made a mistake in our approach, we need to change course. That's good science. So, y'know, don't fuck this up Anders. But this is a marathon not a 100 meters sprint. There will not be a vaccine for 12 - 18 months. There may be effective medications, but these will require months to test, manufacture and distribute. Strict, military lock-downs cannot continue for more than a month or two and cycles of lock-downs are surely going to play havoc with peoples mental health and the economy. From that long-haul perspective the Swedish strategy continues to have merit. What are the rest of you thinking? Worried? Concerned we've been too relaxed? -
2020-04-18
Diary in the Time of Corona
I woke up this morning and decided to write. Why today? What’s different about today than yesterday, or the day before? I have no answers to these questions. It’s Day 25 of the quarantine. The sky is dull gray and it’s raining, my windows streaked with wet wavy lines that make them look like etched glass. Today is not so different from yesterday, except yesterday it wasn’t raining. And yesterday we went to the supermarket. That place fills me with terror. The aisles are not wide enough to keep the required six feet social distance. In the produce section it’s inevitable that two or more people will end up inspecting the bananas or the lettuce at the same time. When that happens we move apart as far as we can but we don’t walk away, as if the lettuce or the bananas or whatever are a territory we refuse to surrender. We do avert our eyes, ashamed to look our adversaries in the face. Upstairs in my bedroom I hear the rain against the roof, a soft, steady patter. The marsh is enveloped in a fine mist with ochre and green grasses and a few trees yielding small mauve flowers. I’m waiting for phone calls from the dead: my father, who passed away nineteen years ago and my mother, who passed away three years ago. Why do we want what we cannot have? Or is this the nature of grief, that after the sharp stabbing pains of loss a knot of slow sadness begins to form and 2 wind itself around our hearts, once in a while tugging so hard we’re reminded sharply once again of those who are gone? Maybe that’s what writing is for: not the documentation of what we have but the recovery of what we’ve lost. I’m reading a book by Lydia Davis called The End of the Story. It’s a novel about a woman writing a novel about a brief but intense love affair that ended thirteen years earlier. She can’t finish the novel because she can’t find the right way to end it, or so she says. But we know she can’t finish the novel because finishing it will end her connection to her lost lover, and she doesn’t want to experience such pain and grief all over again. The rain has stopped and the sky has shifted to a softer gray. The yellow and dark greens of the leaves are startling and bright in the thin light. Lydia Davis is a descriptive writer. She paints vivid pictures of the natural world: sound of ocean waves, piquant scent of eucalyptus, aggressive jade plants. But in her obsessions and delusions and isolation from friends she is not the best companion for me right now. ** Day 26. I am a witness to the pandemic. Everyone is a witness. But I’m not risking my life like the nurses and doctors and other workers on the front lines. I feel like a coward. 3 Today is sunny, with a cloudless sky of soft, washed blue. When you are quarantined weather becomes very important, like a prophecy or a sign of progress, or stagnation. On fine days I could go outside for a walk but usually I don’t want to. On the days I’ve gone for walks there’s an unspoken tug-of-war on the sidewalk when others approach: who will be first to step out of the way. My husband and I are always first to move. We agree we tend to give a wide berth earlier than necessary. Still, each time we veer into the street so walkers can pass I feel we’ve offered a consideration that was not reciprocated. This gives me a feeling of victimization that makes me even more irritable than I already am. On a recent walk I couldn’t help noticing that everything in my neighborhood reminded me of the virus. Small shrubs with crimson buds. A mask in the middle of the asphalt, awaiting asphyxiation. Street signs that say Dead End. I never realized there were so many dead ends where I live. When I’m overcome with anxiousness I prepare a meal. Before the time of corona I was a reluctant cook, and we often ate dinners at the local trattoria. But of course that’s no longer possible. I don’t have the patience or creativity to be a decent home cook. But now I find comfort in assembling a dish or two. I experience a sense of accomplishment in completing what feels like a meaningful activity. Food is no longer readily or easily available. If I’m missing an ingredient I won’t run to the supermarket wearing with my mask and disposable gloves. With every trip to the market comes the risk of 4 additional exposure. Grocery shopping demands enormous amounts of energy. So I try to plan ahead, which isn’t easy when you’re anxious all the time. Today’s side dish is quinoa tabbouleh with scallions, tomatoes, feta, and fresh lemon. Even writing the word “fresh” refreshes my depleted spirits. Before preparing the tabbouleh I looked out the window, my gateway, my connection to the world outside my home. My attention was drawn to a single orange-breasted robin stepping across the grass. I watched for a while, since now I have time for such contemplative activity. The robin began to peck at the ground, circling and wandering, circling and pecking. I had the idea he was searching for food and not finding any. I turned away. Things I never noticed before. The whiskered tips on the scallions, like a man’s white-gray beard. The amount of plastic and paper towels I waste even though I claim to be pro-environment. I think of my mother growing up during the Great Depression with barely enough food and not enough money. I have coats in the closet, sweaters in the drawers, a stocked refrigerator. Was I really so clueless and ungrateful? ** Day 27. Be mindful, stay in the present. I am trying to be present but the news on the morning radio announced 40,000 Americans are dead from the virus. How is this possible? The future has become our dystopian present. 5 Last night we visited with our kids on Zoom. Such interactions are one of the challenges of this particular moment, the physical separation from loved ones. These meetings in cyberspace reinforce the sense of enforced isolation: my adult children isolated in their homes within an hour or so of mine. I miss them. They might as well be living on the moon. I’ve heard stories of doctors and nurses sleeping in their garages so as not expose their families. This is worse than my experience, much worse, because their lives are in imminent danger. Nonetheless, their experience does not erase the pain I feel as a mother and new grandmother who can’t touch or hug my children. In my home state of New Jersey, 40 percent of more than 4,200 coronavirus deaths have been linked to long-term care facilities. My mother was a dementia patient in one such facility for six years. I thank heaven I do not have to worry about the virus killing my mother in a nursing home. The past seeps into the present. The present is the future, for the time-being. I’m reminded of the words of T.S. Eliot: “Time present and time past/ are both perhaps present in time future/ And time future contained in time past.” Perhaps our sense of separation between past, present, and future was always illusory. My brother contracted the virus a few weeks ago and was ill with a fever that spiked as high as 102.8. Mercifully he is recovering well. Past, present, and future, they are merged into the nightmare of the virus. I just read about a 25-year-old woman, a Latino grad student studying marriage and family therapy, who died of complications from the virus which she 6 likely contracted while working at a clinic for Latinos in one of the corona hotspots in Queens. I am overcome. I can’t write anymore. -
2020-04-17
Graffiti, Davis Square T station - detail
Free groceries for all in need - 22 million Americans are now without work. -
2020-04-18
Some people don't care about grocery store rules
A small story about my tales of working at a grocery store during our pandemic. As of the last couple of weeks, my grocery store has had a limit on certain items like meat, water, eggs, toilet paper, etc. I was working in at customer service this day and I was making sure things were in order, wasn't really busy anyway. We had this couple come up to me and ask if I was ready to check them out and I directed them to a register, but before they walked away I realized they had 2 cases of water and 5 things of chicken. I informed them of our limit on those specific items right now, even though we had signed by each of these items explaining the same thing. The husband told me " What if I just come back in and buy the rest, are you going to stop me?". That really caught me off guard because it was such a disregard for basic rules. I told him still, he has to put some of it back, he kept joking around he was gonna put it back or come back in. He played it off like I wasn't paying attention by just putting the water back. He put it on some random shelf right behind him too. He still got into line with all the chicken. I told another cashier to tell them the same thing. So as they checked out they had 2 more cashiers tell them. I was told the guy said him and his wife would split the order so they could get all the chicken. I can't imagine just wanting something so bad you gotta just bend around the rules to get it, especially when those rules are in place to make things fair to other people. In the end, he had to put the 3 extra chickens back because of a manager getting involved. I don't know why people can't respect simple rules. -
2020-04-18
Working at a Grocery Store
This all takes place in March around the week of the 20th I believe? Sadly, I have not been keeping tabs during when the pandemic was actually announced, but I did work that week a few days when the news hit everyone. The week following the mass panic in my area I paid attention to what was going on in the other parts of the U.S. People were stocking up on toliet paper and handsanitzer, so I knew to be ready when I was here. I bought my stuff and people thought I was crazy. When the week came, my little store with only 6 registers was packed. All day long there were from 3-5 people lined up at every register. They bought everything. The shelves were just bare and the meat department was empty. People paniced that we would never get food back in as if trucks weren't going to come on their correct dates with fresh supply. Every single day the trucks came the food was gone. People thought we were hiding stuff in the back, but in reality the moment it got here it was put on the shelves and then gone. I did not work in the morning, but since grocery trucks (the ones with toilet paper) were stocked overnight in the morning it would be packed. Halfway through the week, we put limits on things like meat, eggs, hand sanitizer, and any other sold out items. This concludes for those weeks. -
2020-03-31
List of available vegetables
With lockdown of markets, it became important to decentralise distribution of essential goods. You entered wrote your needs and your phone number- gave the list to volunteers and got a call when your order was ready -
2020-04-11
"Wearing a mask won’t protect us from our history," New Orleans, LA.
Burnell Cotlon, owner of a small grocery store in New Orleans' Lower Ninth Ward, shares how COVID-19 is effecting his community. -
2020-04-15
Grocery store madness part 2
Text describing the Grocery Stores in New York -
2020-03-29
Wiped Out Bulk Cereal
Shoppers wiped out the bulk cereal aisle at Walmart in Belmont, North Carolina. -
2020-03-28
Grocery store limits
Note by rice at the grocery store indicating a limit on number customers can purchase, due to shortages. -
2020-03-29
Empty Shelves at Walmart, Belmont, NC
Empty toilet paper and paper towel shelves at the Belmont, North Carolina Walmart. Many shoppers persist in getting their groceries and still gather items that they deemed essential and chose not to wear masks. -
2020-04-08
Cases rising in NC.
In the triangle of counties in North Carolina, there have been 38 new cases of COVID-19. This means that North Carolina overall has over 3,000 cases as of April 1st, 2020. North Carolina has been at a stay-at-home order since March 30th. The attachment is a map created by David Raynor and specifies where the most abundant cases are located in North Carolina. This has caused great concern, like North Carolina, and many other places, are having shortages of essentials, such as bread, water, milk, and toilet paper. Grocery stores are limiting customers inside the store, and people are waiting over 3 hours to get their groceries. -
2020-04-06
Shopping in Scuba Suit
This snapshot has been circulating in Hawai'i as it shows a shopper wearing scuba gear as a means to stay protected while in local grocery store. -
2020-03-31
Rosemary for remembrance (and roast lamb)
Neighbourhood in virtual lockdown but some people leaving out excess for others, corner of 14 Waterdale Road and Latham Street. -
2020-03-25
Grocery Worker's Experience
For grocery worker Emma, things have changed a lot within the past few weeks. The stores are taking a lot more precautions. Everyone cleaning things constantly, there is glass to protect the cashiers at the registers, and they are allowed to wear masks. They have also raised the hourly wage during the crisis and committed to having paid sick days. Things have been pre-packaged to help limit the risks to everyone. She is not very worried about catching COVID-19. -
2020-03-21
Standing 6ft apart at Trader Joes
This photo shows the chalk linea being drawn outside of the Trader Joes on Newbury Street in Boston, MA to keep customers 6ft apart while waiting in line. #HIST5241 -
2020-03-27
Instacart Gig Workers Are Planning a Nationwide Strike
News article about a planned strike of Instacart workers who are calling for hazard pay of an additional $5 an order, free safety gear (hand sanitizer, disinfectant wipes, and soap) to workers, and paid sick leave to include workers with pre-existing conditions who have been advised by their doctors not to work at this time. -
2020-03-06
The Privilege of Food and Resource Availability
In this pandemic many families have to stock up on groceries, cleaning supplies, etc. to feed and keep their family safe and nurtured throughout the quarantine. But not a lot of people are able to afford their kids coming home from college, stocking up for a week in advance, or replacing the school provided breakfasts and lunches. My mom and dad aren't rich, but they work very hard to provide for me, their parents, my four other siblings, and others in need. This picture shows much of America's privilege and makes you think of Americans inability to provide for their family, especially when people may be getting laid off right now. I hope everyone is able to get all the things they need to survive during this pandemic. -
2020-03-21
Text Messages
snippets of a text message conversation capturing information about the state of grocery stores and a call for a friend to come out on their porch to say hi from a safe distance away -
2020-03-14
Grocery List
A shopping list... trying to minimize trips to the store, think about what staples we have in the house and how to stretch them. A dramatic change from my usual system of planning what we want to eat and shopping for those ingredients. -
2020-03-16
Meat Section of a local Grocery Store
The image shows the panic that people are feeling, and how they're rushing to purchase all their essentials from the stores which shows the uncertainty that people feel about their future. -
03/22/2020
John With Shrimp Boots
John, a native of East Hampton, NY, continues to work at an “essential business”, the Rouse’s Grocery in New Orleans. -
2020-03-24
Crescent City Farmers Market Signage
The Crescent City Farmers Market, typically held weekly in the parking lot of New Orleans's Crescent Park, is closed until further notice due to Coronavirus. -
2020-03-20
iMessaging regarding dog food
This shows texts between me and my mom about shopping for dog food. It shows the partially empty shelves in our local grocery store, Giant. It also captures technology at this time; my dad, unusually, does not have a smart-phone so I (20-year-old) have to translate for him. -
2020-03-17
Grocery Store Madness
Walking through the produce area of the grocery store, seeing no fresh fruit or vegetables