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Selling to Cooleemee mill town
When I was a child, I looked forward every summer to “helping” Daddy sell produce from our farm. After the Model T Ford was loaded with green beans, corn, etc., I would climb in beside Daddy. Then we were off to Cooleemee. In that small cotton mill town Daddy sold his produce to grocery stores, the hotel and door to door. Once when I didn’t go with Daddy, he returned and surprised my little brother and me with toys. He brought my brother a toy carpenter tool set and me a small toy iron. Back then we had never received gifts except at Christmas. My brother worked on the window sill with his hammer, and I ironed my doll clothes. My little iron is setting on a shelf in our house. It is a daily reminder of those good old days, when people were not afraid to open the door for a produce salesman. Virginia Kinley |
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