Contributed by Priscilla Crowley
Life in the little town of Lyons was much different from life in
Burlington. Both are considered to be small towns but Lyons is much smaller
than Burlington. Lyons had more of a rural flavor and was not so "big city".
Life moved at a slower pace, everyone in town knew who your parents were and
where you belonged. We had a great deal of freedom as far as where we could
go and what we could do. It was a safe and secure environment where you
could explore, share adventures with your friends and always know that home
was never more than 5 blocks away.
Shopping in Lyons was much different than shopping in Burlington. Lyons
only had two places you could go to buy anything – Apple’s General Store and
McCann’s General Store. Of the two, Apple’s did the most business but
McCann’s was a special because it had the best penny candy around. If you
had a dime in your pocket, you were wealthy; if you had a quarter, you were
rich beyond your wildest dreams. I can remember going into McCann’s and
leaning up against the penny candy case with my nose pressed up against the
glass just looking at all the wonderful things displayed there. Decisions
were so hard to make – remember all the delectable treats you could buy for
a penny? – Wax Bottles and Sticks and Tootsie Rolls, Red Hots, Necco Wafers,
Mary Janes, Bazooka Bubble Gum, Slo Pokes, Sour Balls, Jaw Breakers,
Smarties, Red Raspberry Dollars, Licorice, Cracker Jacks – the list is
endless and enough to give you a stomach ache for days but it was so worth
it!!
I wonder how many times a day they had to clean the glass on that case to
wipe off all the little nose and finger prints put there by the children of
Lyons? That store is gone now but sometimes when I drive through the
village, I think I can still see children entering the store with money
clutched tightly in their little hands and exiting the store with a huge
smile and a bag full of treats – all for only a quarter.
One of my biggest adventures was being sent to the store all by myself to
pick up a few things that Mom needed. She tried the memory thing first: "All
you need to do is get a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, and a ½ pound of
bologna." Now that doesn’t seem like much to remember, but when you are 8
years old and have never gone to the store all by yourself before and you
have to "not lose the money" and "don’t forget anything on the list" and "no
dawdling, go and come right back" and "don’t buy anything extra" and "look
both ways before crossing the street" and "stop at the Post Office to see if
we have any mail," and "remember to bring back the change", that’s a lot of
directions for someone who could be easily distracted and had a memory that
leaked like a sieve.
I started out OK, but by the time I had reached the end of the block,
panic had started to set in. "Was I supposed to go to the Post Office on the
way to the store or on the way home from the store?" "Did she say get a ½
gallon of milk or a whole gallon – chocolate or white – did she even mention
what kind?" "Was I supposed to get bologna or was it liver sausage?" I was
concentrating so hard and trying to sort out what I was supposed to do that
I managed to trip over my own feet and went splat – flat on the ground and
there went the carefully counted out money – nickels and dimes and quarters
rolling merrily all over the place. Now I not only had a memory problem, I
had a money problem as well – I
couldn’t remember how much money she gave me so when I started to
frantically gather up the coins, I didn’t know if I had them all or not and
remember she expected change!
As I sat there on the sidewalk, counting up
the money, looking at my scraped knees and trying to remember again, "What
was I supposed to buy? Let’s see – a stick of butter – no, that’s not right
- milk, yes milk, that’s right – I needed to buy milk and…… some kind of
meat – what kind of meat – how much meat?" The best I could hope for was
that I would be inspired when I looked into the meat case – maybe it would
come to me – but there was one more thing – what else was there? – three
things and I only could sort of remember two.
I picked myself up off of the ground, tried
to brush the dirt off my pants and wiped the blood off my knees on to what
had been a clean pair of shorts and trudged off down the street. I hadn’t
even made it to the store and I was already running behind schedule. I did
remember to look both ways when I crossed the street; fortunately there
weren’t any cars coming from any direction. I finally made it to the store
and as I walked through the door – it came to me BOLOGNA, that’s what it was
BOLOGNA and MILK and what was that other thing??? There was only one choice
– I would have to wander up and down the aisles until inspiration struck and
something jogged my memory. I at least was smart enough not to pick up the
gallon of milk before I was ready to leave the store – in those days gallons
came in glass jars with a wire handle that cut into your hand when you
carried it. Slowly I wandered up and down the aisles trying frantically to
remember what that third item was – cookies – maybe it was cookies – I was
sure we needed some of those – some self preservation instinct sent alarm
bells off in my head and I decided against cookies – somehow I just knew
that couldn’t be right – ketchup, maybe it was ketchup for the bologna – no,
that didn’t seem right either, pickles? no – whatever it was I was sure it
wasn’t something green. Maybe it was butter?? …… no that didn’t sound right
either. By this time I had been wandering for about 15 minutes, up one aisle
and down the next – nothing seemed to be right so I reluctantly decided to
get the bologna and the milk and make my way home – a failure! I took the
items to the check out counter and Mr. Apple said to me – "looks like lunch
to me – where’s the bread?" BREAD – BREAD – that was it! I ran back and got
a loaf of bread. What a relief!! – I even had enough money to pay for
everything with a dime left over. Life was good!
As I trudged home – I was so proud of the
fact that I had remembered everything – that I had overcome all the
obstacles that fate had thrown my way and I had successfully completed my
mission. I could see Mom smiling proudly at me and telling me what a
wonderful job I had done. I could see many more solo trips to the store for
me and I just knew that I would be trusted to buy more and more items and
would be entrusted with larger sums of money. I came bounding into the house
with my groceries and there was Mom – not smiling and proud but looking
anything but happy. "Where have you been? – You have been gone for over an
hour. You should have been home at least 45 minutes ago. Didn’t I tell you
to come straight home? Just look at your pants, how did you manage to get
them so dirty? And look at your knees – honestly how could you manage to do
that much damage to yourself in a five-minute walk to the store? Did you
stop at the Post Office – didn’t we have any mail?" Guess what I forgot?
Stopping at the Post Office had gone completely out of my head. I was
crushed – how could I have forgotten the Post Office? I thought for sure
this would be the end of my errand running for Mom – but of course it wasn’t
– this was just the first of many adventures I had going to the store AND
the Post Office for Mom. It got to be even more interesting when she started
sending the twins with me. Who says you can’t have fun in a small town?