Resthome remiscences: General store on the Great Plains.

Last month at the resthome, the one resident who's a retired school nurse was reminiscing about her family.

By the time she got to college, her father's general store was running into problems since it was the 1950s and it couldn't compete with the supermarkets, so she thought that she couldn't go to college like her older siblings had, but it turned out that somehow they could manage it, and she did end up going.

She then clarified that the store was part of a smaller chain that's now gone, but it wasn't a supermarket, and that her dad got into it through family or relatives or whoever who were in the business.

She also said that her brother had come across a reminiscence of the store in a small town newspaper from the area, and that someone had mentioned that their dad's store would always put a toy in the bottom of the grocery bags, and her brother was like, "I did that during the Depression!".

She also also said that Mennonites would come in and buy big swaths of one type of cloth that they would use to make clothing for everyone, so that everyone wore the same thing; it was always a lot of cloth, but of just one fabric, so that it was just tons and tons of the same thing.