By Labor Day on the farm, the crops were in the phase where all we could do
is stay out of their way while they finished growing. The second cutting of
alfalfa was already in the barns. Our time was spent on trying to control those
rampant weeds, pick the wild berries, and scratch chiggers.
We had ridden our buses to the schools on that Friday to meet our teacher
(for me, only one) and to get our book/supplies lists. That made for a very
busy Saturday. In addition to our normal routine of feed store and grocery
shopping (usually Zink’s), we had to squeeze in some special events.
Our first destination was ‘Greeks’ (we had our own way of naming stores)
which was actually the Salem Candy Kitchen. The Sampanis family really knew how
to run a restaurant. My Mom would budget and save for this visit so that we could
each have a sandwich (I still miss those ‘toasted ham salad’ sandwiches). After
that, we could have an ice cream sundae. I still cannot replicate that
wonderful Buffalo Sundae (vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, and crushed
nuts). After our energy tank was full, it was onward to shopping.
I usually got new shoes twice a year – first day of school and Christmas.
Since summers usually had me barefoot, that pretty much covered my shoe
seasons. Christmas shoes usually came from Boggs & Justi, but school shoes
always came from Voyles. Selecting and trying on the shoes were spiritual
events for me.
Next were the school clothes. For my sisters, it was the Style Shop to pick
out an outfit that didn’t previously come with feed in it. They often got their
shoes there, too. For me, I got to go into the basement at Batt’s to pick out
one pair of Levi’s and another pair of cheaper jeans. A couple of plaid shirts
topped it off with a chunk of new underwear.
The trip to the ‘Dime Store’ would get me most of the supplies. I could
count on a new Indian Head tablet with that funny yellow color paper, lead
pencil, protractor, compass (for drawing circles), and a pencil holder (with a
sliding cover that had a handy sharpener). Since I usually lost my scissors
already, I would need that as well.
Sometimes, Mom would replenish our energy
tank with soft peanut shaped candy or the maple nougats. My brother always held
out for the orange slices even though they cost more.
The feature event would be our trip to McClintock Drugs to buy our books. (I
bet it took a lot of computer time for them to identify the books, determine
the numbers of each, and arrange for their timely delivery). This was akin to
the country fair atmosphere (except that it seemed quite dark all of the time).
You could meet a lot of people you hadn’t seen for a long time plus meet some
other neat people (it seems that ALL of the people in Salem were neat people).
We tried to be there early to snag the used books (but the kids usually openly
lusted for the new ones). Our family made some new friends while doing these
transactions. McClintock’s also had the special items needed for the classes (protractors and those compass things used to goose the student sitting in front of you) as
well as those items to supplant our learning (a lot of maps). Our checkout time
seemed like an eternity.
Sitting in the back seat of the old 1940 Dodge waiting
for Dad to finish socializing didn’t seem as long while we paged through the
books. We were SO anxious for Tuesday to get started.
1 comment:
You make me remember how exciting it was to "go to town" and get new school shoes.
I always felt so fancy when the salesman would measure my foot and then I felt excited to see how much I had grown.
Great memories.
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