When people stop in to The Green Pig, they often ask; “Where did you get a name like that!?”
Well, in the late 1930’s, my great Aunt, Daisy Lewis and her husband Stewart, built a small café and convenience store close to the train station in Salisbury. Times were tough, money was tight and they needed to paint their dear store. Stewart, who worked for the CN Railway at the time, went into town to buy some paint. Stewart was always known to be a little tight with his money had found the deal of a lifetime. He came home to Daisy, with a truck load of sickly green paint that he got one heck of a deal on! They painted the whole building with the bright green paint.
Everyday the train would stop at the station, and the conductors would go into Daisy’s store and enjoy a nice, big piece of pie. These conductors always had the nickname “Pigs” because they loved pie, and were quite heavy. Throughout months and years, the store got nicknamed The Green Pig, being that sickly green, and with the big pigs inside; the name just stuck!
Daisy is still with us. She is now 97 and residing at the Jordan Memorial home in Salisbury. She visits the pig throughout the summer for a taste of its pie.
And that’s why we call it “The Green Pig”.
Dawn Beckwith
