mother grew up in the small community of Flat Prairie, Texas. For those who don't
know Flat Prairie is a suburb of that urban metropolis Pennington,
Texas, located near the Trinity County and Houston County Line. My grandparents,
Frank and Ruby (Smith) Tidwell operated a sawmill in Flat Prairie for many years,
as well as being cotton farmers and cattle ranchers. Later on, after my grandfather's
death in 1966, my grandmother operated a small Gulf Station and grocery store
in Pennington. |
the time I came along in 1970 the gas station was long closed, and Pennington
and Flat Prairie were barely map dots, but one thing that remained in Pennington
was the neatest store I ever had the pleasure to visit. Brannen and Walker's located
on FM 358 in "downtown" Pennington,
near the Baptist church, was a huge building. Inside its four wood framed walls
with peeling paint one could find most anything they needed, or just didn't know
they needed but really did. They had more variety than today's megastores. Besides
feed for animals, coffee, seeds, tools, farm implements and a whole host of other
items was a full on meat counter. Behind that counter was a real live butcher.
That real live butcher, Mr. Walker, sold the freshest, tastiest meats and cheeses
as well as the most delicious bologna money could buy. So sure of his skill as
a butcher Mr. Walker took it as an insult if someone asked him to tenderize a
steak, once telling a customer who asked, "I will not tenderize that round steak.
If that steak is not tender you bring what you don't eat back and I'll trade it
for sirloin!" Try finding that kind of guarantee today at your local Walmart.
The most fascinating place in that old store to me as a child was the
the locker. For those who don't know a locker was a large walk-in freezer with
several different sized drawers inside that could be rented by the year, month,
week or even day by folks needing extra storage for their meats or fresh frozen
vegetables. In spite of the fact that my grandmother had three working chest freezers
in her small house, she also kept a locker at Brannen and Walker's. Granny, being
a child of the depression, always said she never remembered being hungry during
those lean years, but she remembered being awful close and never wanted to have
that feeling again. I don't think she kept much at the locker, but she always
had something there, and every now and then, when we would visit, my brother or
one of my cousins and I would go to the locker with Granny to either put something
in or take something out.
Going into that locker was always a little frightening
for me. It had a huge wooden door that was several inches thick with large metal
hardware. The mechanism for opening it up from the inside was a knob that one
had to press pretty hard on which would then push the outside handle that controlled
the latch. When the door closed it felt like you were in the coldest cave imaginable.
I always feared that Granny would not be strong enough to push the plunger that
would release us from that icy prison. I remember having nightmares at times of
being stuck in that place.
Of course Brannen and Walker's is long gone,
as are most stores like it which once dotted the rural landscape. Lockers are
a thing of the past, the friendly butcher who guaranteed the tenderness, freshness
and quality of his meat is long gone. That delicious bologna (or let's face it,
we all called it baloney) is nowhere to be found anymore. What I wouldn't give
to find a store like that again, to walk inside and breathe in the smell of chicken
feed, fresh ground coffee, round steak, penny candy and cast iron all in one breath.
No longer do I have nightmares about lockers, but long to go inside of one one
more time to recall great memories of my grandmother and my cousins.
Jason E. Stringer
They Shoe Horses,
Don't They? August
15, 2012 Guest column
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