Memories of Grandpa

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1996
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326790
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Title Memories of Grandpa
Description ancient, sturdy bicycle, we would leave the bicycle on the sidewalk, knowing that no one would bother it. Maybe the trip was prompted by Grandpa's needing batteries for his hearing aid. or maybe Grandma needed some bay rum and glycerin for her homemade lotion. But whatever the reason for the outing, I was always eager to claim my spot on the fender of Grandpa's bike, hanging on to his overalls as he pedaled the few blocks to town. The first thing to greet Grandpa and me as we walked through the old oak doorway was the intriguing "apothecary" smell. It was an odd mixture of scents that mingled to form a sweet, soapy, medicinal and slightly rubbery fragrance. It was a mysterious but comforting aroma. Another greeting soon came from the druggist, who would say, "Hello. Lewis, who's your little girl friend?" He was a tall, pleasant man and the owner of the drugstore. He was friendly and unrushed as he puttered behind the counter. The druggist and his wife had lived above the store for as long as folks could remember. My affection for the drugstore had much to do with the fact that it contained a soda fountain. The ice cream was hard packed, and dishing it up was a laborious process. This duty often fell to the druggist's wife, who could whip up all sorts of delightful goodies, for which I would predictably coax . 1 was secure in the knowledge that Grandpa rarely said "no." After devouring my ice cream, I would explore the store while Grandpa sat chatting with other grey-haired and overalled men. An amazing assortment of bottles, jars, candy, contraptions, and magazines found home in that tiny store. There were Old Spice and Blue Waltz cologne gift sets. There were shaving mugs with wooden handled brushes and little round soaps. I especially liked the silver-plated hair brush and mirror sets. The wooden floor squeaked amicably as I wandered through the narrow and somewhat cluttered aisles. Among the commodities on the shelves were some rather peculiar items, and the purpose of these was a mystery to me. I had the vague notion that they all had something to do with "old people." and 1 didn't worry too much about them. After all. I would never have to use funny things like corn plasters and denture cream! 1 didn't even want to THINK about what all those strange attachments to the hot water bottles were used for! So, I would migrate toward the comic books, and that is where Grandpa would find me when it was, regretfully, time to leave. 38
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326664
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