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Now that you mention it, I do remember an experience in the mid-1980's that was an example of the same, but much farther south than Virginia. We made a family trip down to Disney, and had to make two stops in the Carolina's, to pick up my sister from a church camp and visit a cousin who'd moved down there, along the way.In a way, yes it did come late. It's not easy to explain unless you lived through it!
We stopped at a roadside stand for lunch one day along that trip, somewhere in South Carolina or Georgia, and even as a young teen I remember it felt like stepping back in time. Everything from the antique 1940's Coca Cola cooler full of long-neck glass bottles (NLA in PA by 1986), to the antique signage, to the prices ($0.39 for a totally loaded chili dog!) felt like a step back by 30 years, from that time.
But I also remember passing little shacks, basically a shed I'd be afraid to store my lawnmower in, that my father had explained were actually the homes of some of the poorer residents in Georgia. Poverty like I'd never seen up north.
My mother's best and oldest friend relocated from Philly to Fairfax Virginia, as her husband was an FBI agent. I always felt that was a very affluent area, nearly indistinguishable from any NJ/PA/NY suburb, other than the southern accents.