I like the style of this corner store. I drive by it more often than I go inside, but it’s nice to know it is within walking distance of where I live.
When I was a kid, I loved walking down to a little store near my house with all the other neighborhood kids to buy candy bars, chips, or penny candy. I could fill a little bag with bubble gum, tootsie rolls, log cabins, mint julep taffy and sweet tarts without breaking the bank! Too bad you can’t get anything for a penny anymore. I’m glad I grew up in simpler times when gathering together with friends for a walk to the store down around the corner was considered fun!
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These signs have sat atop buildings in downtown Roanoke since I was a child. Not so long ago, I took this picture through the window as I sat in the passenger seat of a moving car. That’s why I managed to cut off part of the H&C coffee sign. At least I got most of it along with the full Dr. Pepper bottle top sign!
When I was a child, I loved seeing these neon signs lit up against the night sky. It was a treat of sorts when my dad would drive us past these local landmarks. It was a simple pleasure, and unforgettable.
Even now, whenever I spot the signs, I am reminded of how much I loved these special signs as a kid. I guess I still do!
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Beans and franks. Baked apples. Corn muffin.
Simple food. It was the perfect combination. I cut the franks so I could have a hotdog bite with each scoop of the tangy beans. The corn muffin was soft and sweet. I saved the warm cinnamon apples for last. They seemed like a dessert. I thought it tasted great!
What made the meal special was the shiny metal tray with three compartments holding the food. All three items on one tray! None of them touched! And, they all cooked in the oven together! And, everyone could choose something different! This seemed fantastic to me as a child.
It wasn’t fast food; it still took a while in the oven. But, it did save my mom time in the kitchen on some nights.
I remember pulling the tin foil back to reveal the contents, hot steam rising from the tray. We let it cool a bit so we could carry it to the table and eat straight out of the tray. Even though it was a TV dinner, we didn’t sit in front of the TV. Our family sat at the kitchen table like we always did. My brother and I hurried to finish so we could go back outside to play with the other neighborhood kids before it got too dark.
It was a happy time with days and nights filled with family togetherness, joyful play and wonderment of dinner in a tin tray.
I still have a childhood doll that may have been an early robot.
That’s right. My baby doll from the 60’s could walk, making her a robot predecessor! I was thrilled to have a pretty doll that could take steps toward me as I held out my arms toward her. The fact that she was battery-powered did not make her less human to me.
Her name was Kathy. Not to be confused with that other Cathy, a doll I did not own that could talk. My Kathy had blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a pretty pink dress. She was nice.
I had a lot of dolls. One day, I was faced with the choice of keeping only two baby dolls and giving the rest away. I was not a selfish child but parting with any of these dolls was like parting with people. I was learning that giving to others was a good thing. It was still painful making the decision.
Kathy, with her wonderful ability to walk, got to stay.