It’s Thursday, once again, and time for some poetry with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats. Each week, they host Poetic Thursday, and it’s always fun to participate.
Today’s photo inspiration was so special to me.
Although it’s much smaller, it immediately brought back memories of my grandmother’s country store. Here’s my poem for this week:
Beside the highway sat Grandma’s country store,
where you could buy canned goods, candy, chips and more.
Hoop cheese by the pound, and stick ‘baloney’, too.
A gingersnap with that cheese? Don’t mind if I do.
It was a daily stop for local folks,
who poured peanuts in those ice cold Cokes.
Warmed by the wood stove in winter’s cold;
around it, countless stories were told.
At Christmas, cardboard ‘Co -Cola’ Santa signs:
had we only known to save them at the time.
Screen doors in the summer with the Nolde bread ad;
us kids slammed those doors. That made our moms mad.
On a nail by the door, Grandma’s brown crocheted hat,
made by her. Sure wish I’d thought to save THAT.
In the evening, Grandma’s store was where
her family gathered, more stories to share.
That old store holds memories, both happy and sad;
it played a big part in the childhood I had.
I was fortunate to be given this old family photo taken in 1955, in Grandma’s store. That’s my sister, Rose, on the left, and my aunt, uncle and cousin, Lona, also sitting on the counter. To Rose’s right is the holder of butcher paper that Grandma used to wrap the meats she sliced for her customers. At the lower right corner of the picture is just the edge of the old wood stove.
Grandma’s store is all boarded up now and covered with vines.
I pass by it occasionally. My eyes always look in that direction. And I remember.
~These Days Of Mine~