New how to safely run and play with big wads of wax in our mouth.
Louis Chatey

The store was a hangout for all the kids in town. The little clump of trees that stood in the parking lot was the hitching rail for all the horses. Mr. Looney and Mr. Wade were great with all the kids. I remember all the things they did for us.
Ann Garrett

All children at Memorial Day Service would run afterwards to Mr. Looney’s store for a free Dixie cup of ice cream! Remember the cup with a wooden spoon?
Hilda Moseley

Always hated the taste of ice cream on the wooden spoon but ate it anyway. Not sure who I was with, but remember hiding behind the counter smoking a lit cigar we found on the counter. Thought I would die coughing – nasty. When Mr. Wade bought the store we renamed it General Wade’s Store. On Halloween, he would give out whole bars of real candy, no mini sizes. My mom would give me a dime to put in the offering on Sundays. I would sometimes take out a nickel change and then on Monday go to the store to buy a nickel candy bar.
Susan Latimer Perez

I remember getting popsicles out of the chest cooler. We would get orange ones and see who could make theirs turn into the best carrot.
Beth Powning

I remember when a hurricane (I think) knocked out the electricity and I went to the store and got all the ice cream I could possibly want because it was melting. That was heaven!
Sandy Reynolds

What a treat that was for all who came. Wasn’t a hard task to gather us once the word was out. I remember Randy having contests with anyone who wanted to challenge him to eat a half-gallon of ice cream or down a Coke faster. What genius marketing…Getting a bunch of kids to buy ice cream on a stick to compete eating it the quickest. All pay except the one who wins
Kathy Thompson

There was a “Boys Only Ranger Club” in the barn in back of the store, but the girls raided the place and we had to let them in. I tried to bargain for a bottle of orange-aid, which was 25 cents more than the other drinks. Mr. Wade said, “If you can drink the whole thing, you can have it for a dime.” Half way through the challenge, I realized my mistake, so I went to the Post Office and sold cups of it to customers for ten cents. The stunt might have earned a “junior degree in marketing”, but it also resulted in a stomach ache the next day at Fenway Park, where Ted Williams was playing right field, and I learned not to make deals with Mr. Wade.
Al Freeman

I remember in the winter after walking from the elementary school to go to choir practice, going in the store to stand over the heat register to warm our legs. I always thought it was so wonderful that the post office was right there in the general store. When the Dutch doors were open you could lean in and say hi to folks or get your mail or buy stamps. It was just such fun.
Debbie Fuller

What joy and treasured memories living there with you all.
Carol Jean MacKinnon Lavoie