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A wonderful and well written missive, Magnolia. Thanks for the memories!
I remember waiting for the school bus on cold blustery winter mornings at Tombaugh's Grocery in the little nondescript town in Missouri where I grew up. Mrs. Tombaugh, who was widowed and still running the store in her 80's even in those long gone years, would always open the store early on particularly cold or wet days so we could wait for the bus in the relative warmth of the wood-burning-stove heated cavern that was the local grocery. Tombaugh's was the only stop the school bus made in Moundville, MO since only six to ten of the 136 citizens (1960 census) were of primary education age at any given time.
And I think that's a part and parcel of why so many homegrown businesses are dwindling away. Mrs. Tombaugh knew every one of those 136 people, who all the kids belonged to, how old (give or take a year) all of them were and which one(s) could and would mow her lawn on Saturdays during the summer. And which...
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