A Ragtag Daily Word Prompt
When I read today’s word prompt I was transported to another time when my parents and grandparents were still alive and all of my siblings still lived at home.
In Canada we call them corner stores and the above store is the one we used. It didn’t look like that in the 60s and 70s. During that time the only stores open on Sunday or in the evenings was the neighbourhood corner store.
In the 60s, a large selection of penny candy was displayed in front of the cash register at eye level for children. Mom didn’t like us eating a lot of junk so it was a rare moment when we were allowed to buy candy. The cashier gave each one of us a tiny brown paper bag filled with our treats.
It was the store where I bought my teen magazines. It was a pitstop for milk and the daily newspaper and dad’s cigarettes. I can’t tell you how many times one of my parents would say, “We have to stop at the corner store.”
At seventeen I got my driver’s license and bought a car. I was often asked if I could run to the corner store to pick up this or that. When someone leaving the house was asked where they were going the response was usually, “I’m going to the corner store.”
It’s funny that until I was a teenager I didn’t know it had a name. So many memories tied to the Avondale store that served us well. Memories I had forgotten until I read today’s word prompt.