May's Grocery.......

the place of childhood memories......................................this is Granny's store......................the place where i pretended to be a grocery store mom....(just like her)................on rare occasions, i could play with the cash register..(not many)..................i carried empty pop bottles to the garage for a nickel........loved dipping my hand into the cold water of the pop cooler....................played with the Doan's pill bottles...(my fav).............picked books from the library truck that came every other week.................ate lunch on the ice cream table in the back.....(learned to put potato chips in my tomato soup, ummm).....................................had my first kiss in jr. high..................................and sat on the colonial bread box outside, waiting for daddy to pick me up after work.....(i could hear the whistle blow from the stone mill, and knew it would be soon!).................................................... ..........................................i can smell the old wood floor.......hear the slam of the old screen door

i can hear the crank on the old gas pump, as Granny gave it a turn, and hear the pump running till it probably hit a total of $2.00..........................I can hear Rex the dog barking in the back yard...(he was chained up & i was never allowed to go near..i know now, he was probably the watch dog more than a pet)...................... oh my how the memories do flood, once i go back there..................i will tell more Granny stories later, but for now..................................................do know that i am blessed!

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