Rx for a Winter's Day
The other week my husband, daughter Debbie, brother Terry and I went to Hinkles Drug Store in Columbia, Pa. for dinner. Strange place to eat dinner? Not really. They have been making great meals there for three generations. Food as good as my Mom's, and that's saying something. It's just a drug store, nothing tricky about it. They sell things like the old time drug stores used to sell. All kinds of neat ointments and salves. No Capilaris X (pardon spelling)though. Mom would smear that on anything from scabs (which I always had a lot of) to poison ivy. Soaps and smelly things. Prescriptions. Old time candy like sen-sens and chocolate babies. Best of all is the gift shop. Oh my! What a treat! When I was still making my dolls and Father Christmas Figures I got a letter from Mrs. Hinkle saying she wanted to buy some for the shop. I was rightously indignent about that. I sold to the best shops in the country. I didn't think they should be sold in a 'drug store'! That was before I saw the shop. Did I ever eat crow. I am their biggest fan now and have been for years. Take a little trip back in time and go to Hinkles Drug Store on the main street in Columbia. You'll be glad you did.
On the way home my husband took us on a nostalgic tour around the haunts of our childhood. We went to Long Level, along the Susquahanna River, where we would get jealous each Winter when the ice jams kept the 'river rats' off school for a week or so each year. We saw the Mc Mansions sprawling over the river hills where black angus steers used to pasture on a farm said to be owned by John Wayne at one time. What a view!!! I showed Debbie where I had my one cowgirl roundup of a neighbors cows that took them a few miles from home till I was done 'rounding them up'. Never told my Dad or the neighbor how they go that far away. :-( We showed her the hills where we used to sled for most of the Winter.
Canadochly Elementary School in East Prospect, where my education ended. I tell
everyone I have a fifth grade education. When they took me from my beloved Wills one room school house in fifth grade and planted me in this giant school, I didn't learn a thing after that. I never saw so many kids. Didn't have a clue there were that many in the WORLD! I had a job to do. Talk to all I could, no matter if it was during class or not. I was put in corners, behind pianos, in hallways, and any where as far from another child as they could get me. You'd have thought I had typhoid! I know I never learned anything after that. I still get weepy thinking of those days when I was on the farm in the valley. I loved that farm and my life there. I had such a wonderful childhood running free with my horse all day and having incredible adventures. (I know I told you this before, but I'm getting old) The only thing my mother warned me about was a neighbor named Mustard Kinard. She said I wasn't to talk to him EVER! This wasn't like Mom, and for some dumb reason I listened to her. Didn't question like I usually did. One day I was passing his farm on Flossy, my horse, and he said I should come with him and he'd show me his trick pig. I very politely said no thanks and rode off, kicking myself the whole way. I really wanted to see that darn pig! I must have been 32 before I thought about that again and I THINK I know what his trick pig was now. Whew! Years later he murdered his father in law, Davey Keller, the dearest little old man in the world. Davey was around 92 at the time. Mustard was drunk.
We took our time coming home and all had a great time reliving our childhoods and telling tall tales we have all heard a hundred times before. Such is the life of three retirees and a captive daughter.
On the way home my husband took us on a nostalgic tour around the haunts of our childhood. We went to Long Level, along the Susquahanna River, where we would get jealous each Winter when the ice jams kept the 'river rats' off school for a week or so each year. We saw the Mc Mansions sprawling over the river hills where black angus steers used to pasture on a farm said to be owned by John Wayne at one time. What a view!!! I showed Debbie where I had my one cowgirl roundup of a neighbors cows that took them a few miles from home till I was done 'rounding them up'. Never told my Dad or the neighbor how they go that far away. :-( We showed her the hills where we used to sled for most of the Winter.
Canadochly Elementary School in East Prospect, where my education ended. I tell
everyone I have a fifth grade education. When they took me from my beloved Wills one room school house in fifth grade and planted me in this giant school, I didn't learn a thing after that. I never saw so many kids. Didn't have a clue there were that many in the WORLD! I had a job to do. Talk to all I could, no matter if it was during class or not. I was put in corners, behind pianos, in hallways, and any where as far from another child as they could get me. You'd have thought I had typhoid! I know I never learned anything after that. I still get weepy thinking of those days when I was on the farm in the valley. I loved that farm and my life there. I had such a wonderful childhood running free with my horse all day and having incredible adventures. (I know I told you this before, but I'm getting old) The only thing my mother warned me about was a neighbor named Mustard Kinard. She said I wasn't to talk to him EVER! This wasn't like Mom, and for some dumb reason I listened to her. Didn't question like I usually did. One day I was passing his farm on Flossy, my horse, and he said I should come with him and he'd show me his trick pig. I very politely said no thanks and rode off, kicking myself the whole way. I really wanted to see that darn pig! I must have been 32 before I thought about that again and I THINK I know what his trick pig was now. Whew! Years later he murdered his father in law, Davey Keller, the dearest little old man in the world. Davey was around 92 at the time. Mustard was drunk.
We took our time coming home and all had a great time reliving our childhoods and telling tall tales we have all heard a hundred times before. Such is the life of three retirees and a captive daughter.
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