I do know I loved the Calhoun Store. In the mid-fifties, my friend Glenda Nell Calhoun (RIP) and I would walk home from school and stop by her dad’s feed store. After we played around on the feed sacks and got all itchy, her dad would give us a cold Coca Cola and, yes, a pack of Nabs. Then she and I would gather up our books and walk on downtown, turn left, and cross the railroad tracks to my dad’s grocery store. And guess what. We would complain of being hot and tired, and my dad would give us another cold Coca Cola. He’d let us put a few pieces of candy into those small brown paper bags. That would be our second after school snack in half an hour. The candy was selected piece by piece from one of those large, glass front candy cases with sliding doors on the back. Pretty soon our mothers figured out two little girls were having too many Cokes and snacks on their way home from school. It was good while it lasted.
Message Thread
« Back to index | View thread »