My dad’s parents were Katherine (Katie) and Roy Reid.
My grandfather owned and ran
a country general store. Below is a poem that I wrote about my memories of my grandfather and his store
My Grandfather’s Country Store
memory, today I visited
grandfather’s country store,
he sold kegs of nails and aluminums pails
linoleum for the kitchen floor.
there were gum rubber boots for the whole family,
higher boots for doing barn chores,
of course, denim coveralls in every size,
grandfather’s country store.
was checkered oil cloth by the roll
brighten up table tops,
handfuls of candy for a penny
five cent bottles of pop.
a glass-covered counter top
jars of candy on display.
would look at me and smile,
“and what will you have today?”
always said “nothing today, grampie
don’t have any money today”;
was always candy clutched in my hands
I happily skipped away.
still smell molasses and vinegar in large barrels,
taps on one end, to pour.
see grandfather cutting from big rounds of cheese
his old country store.
were colourful bolts of cotton
ladies to sew their dresses;
and yards of rainbow ribbons
little girls to tie their tresses.
piled in hundred pound sacks,
feed for the cows and the hens;
one shelf, there were school supplies;
bottles of ink, and fountain pens.
was gasoline and kerosene
lamps, with chimneys of glass.
was one old pump in front of the store,
I watched him pump the gas.
it be garden seeds or fishing needs,
would be reasonably sure.
most anything they would be looking for
be found in that old country store.
I recall a high-up shelf
served all medicinal purposes.
were oils and ointments for all man’s aches
sure-cures for his pigs and his horses.
of white peppermint, red liniments,
to fight a cough or a cold
to treat a nasty boil.
From shoe laces to harness traces;
a wide array of stock;
food to feed your family, or,
your cow---a big salt block.
were colouring books and crayons,
a spinning top or two,
rubber balls of many sizes;
of them red, white and blue.
was easy to tell when Christmas was near;
the shelf there would be a doll,
maybe a few toy cars,
pretty tinsel ‘round them all.
joy-oh-joy, the candy came in
Christmas candy, it came in;
bones and barley toys,
hard candy in five- pound tins
would see most of the neighbours,
every day, for sure,
there also was a post office
a corner of grandfather’s country store.
colourful, metal signs
the outside of the store;
they started getting old
replaced them with some more.
the store was a l-o-n-g, steep hill;
wonderful place to slide, it’s true!
those signs us kids would go;
remember, we literally flew >>>>>>!!!!
marvellous memories came to mind today
took me on a tour;
to the days of my childhood;
Back to grandfather and his country store!
(Written about my grandfather’s country store, as I remember it from the late
40’s and early 50’s)
grand father was Roy Reid from New Horton, Albert Co., N.B...