Requiem for Mom & Pop Stores
by Eva Pasco

A devastating economic tsunami in the here and now has wreaked
havoc and devastation by swallowing institutions previously believed to have been impervious to the currents
churning in a fiscal underbelly. This got me thinking about those mom and pop stores dotting my childhood landscape
of the Sixties. Displaced by Big Brother retailers, most of these slices of American pie have been devoured with
nary a crumb to be found.
Before my family moved into our custom-built home in Lincoln, we lived in a tenement
for a few months. This temporary lodging happened to be practically right next door to Walker's Market on the
corner of Douglas and Mineral Spring Avenue. Hard to believe this barn red clapboard structure had aisles wide
enough to stroll a shopping cart. Business thrived during a time when most moms stayed at home as dad needed the
single family car to drive to work. My business at Walker's usually involved a leg run for boiled ham and a fresh
crusty loaf of Caranci’s Italian bread for sandwiches at lunchtime. That summer I couldn't get enough of Hood’s
orange creamsicles I'd fish out of a long freezer squatting in the back of the store. I must have made two or three
runs a day.
The town of Lincoln was rurally pastoral during my formative years. For sure the
early Sixties in small town America was idyllic if a school bus driver occasionally allowed us to storm
Grandfather's. No surprise, an elderly gent who wore “Mister Rogers” cardigans managed this candy store the size of
an outhouse on Great Road. We'd fawn over an assortment of tempting penny candy neatly arrayed inside boxes under a
glass counter. I just had to get some of those fireballs.
The bus route became a little more encompassing in junior high. Si, our "cool" driver
would occasionally indulge our badgering and pull into the lot by the feed store on Jenckes Hill Road. To the left
of the entrance, there was a place to buy candy. So many confections to choose, so little time...jellybeans,
licorice, gumdrops, lollipops, sourballs, jawbreakers... I couldn't resist those sugar-drenched watermelon
slices.
All but gone are the mom and pop stores whose congenial owners prattled as they
purveyed candy, groceries, hardware, clothing, or dry goods. Nowadays conglomerates, chains, and convenience
behemoths pedal wares with robotic efficiency. There's nothing very heartwarming about a clerk repeating to a
succession of customers as they leave the checkout lane a one-sentence -fits-all, “Have a nice
day."
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