Not every child is blessed to have a grandmother like my mother, whom they called “Nanny.” She read to them, sang old songs, played games, puzzles and many more things to bring them pleasure.

My brother-in-law questioned his mother’s love for his son since she never rocked him, changed his diaper, sang to him or blew hot air kisses on his neck or any show of love or emotion. 

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Often I have a lot of excuses why I can’t do something. I have been guilty of quoting Milton from “On His Blindness” and saying “Will God require day labor, light denied?”

Of course, I am referring to failing eyesight in these 81 year old eyes. And then I have difficulty walking, and embarrassed by the way I do the “Teaberry Shuffle” when I walk.

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Sometimes, as I drive down Main Street, I remember the stores that once were there. One that I frequented often was Wren Mercantile. As a little girl, I went there with my mother who bought her groceries there. She charged them and once a month she paid the bill.  

Later I began to buy material there. As you entered the store immediately you saw all the beautiful bolts of cloth that they stocked.

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Recently, a lady who did not grow up in Minden, remarked that she appreciated me talking of old businesses that are gone, and their location.

And last week, a man who is almost my age stopped me and told me how much he likes to remember the old stores and the people who worked there. I do, too, and  so I am continuing some more of my thoughts of what “was” and is now gone.

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