I have mentioned many times my southern roots. Southern expressions abounded and hanging out at my grandparents' general store was a lesson in those. Neighbors did not come in to just shop. There was a checker board, and in the cold winter, a wood stove in the middle that everyone huddled around. There were soda cases where you could reach in and grab a cold Coke, Pepsi or Yoo-Hoo. All the sodas were 6 oz. With your Coke you could get a 2 cent bag of peanuts and poue then in. The sodas were self serve.
There was a round wheel of cheese and for 5 cents you had something to eat with a 5 cents sleeve of crackers. Baloney was also available by the slice. Dessert was a Moon Pie.
Everyone came together at the store; both blacks and whites. They talked about the weather, crops and who was sick and not at church last Sunday. All the news. Before leaving, most got a nickle bag of loose candy to take home to the kids.
Saturday afternoon during the summer my grandfather always had baseball on the radio. During the World Series many came in to just sit, have a soda, talk and listen to the games. A fall tradition. I still remember the sound of the bat hitting the ball; as only radio could relay it. "And away it goes - It's a base hit."
My grandparents treated everyone equally; same prices and same credit. The credit expression was "Put it on the book" and my grandparents would list the items under the neighbors name in a big green leader book. Accounts were settled in the fall when crops were harvested and sold. How my grandparents were able to do that, I have no clue.
Growing up, I was unaware of my southern accent. Everyone talked that way. I did know that some of the expression were priceless. "I reckon" it was a wonderful place and time to grow up.
|My Grandparents' store - Now the Town Hall