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WHERE TIME COMES TO LOITER

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The bell above the door still jingles~ a sound like nickels spilling from a tin. Inside, the air smells of licorice and mildew, of something sweet refusing to let go. Dusty glass licorice jars sit on the shelf. A single ceiling bulb flickers over penny candies wrapped in wax. Wooden floorboards groan underfoot, remembering when kids reached for treats on the top shelf A rotary phone rests on the counter, black and patient, its coiled cord a noose for yesterday’s conversations. Behind the counter, Mrs. Nicholson stalworth stands; she’d grown up in our town, knew everyone and just about everything about everyone. she also knew where everything lived~ the peppermints, the lye soap, the brittle catalogues from 1947 curling at the edges. She moved slowly, dust rising in her wake, a pioneer woman who remembered world wars, the Great Depression, and when bread cost a dime. Behind the register, her apron now hangs empty, still smelling of peppermint and camphor. I pause. This is where time comes to loiter. *Mrs. Nicholson was one of Garland's early female entrepreneurs; she established “Nicholson’s Variety Store” in downtown Garland to help support her family after she was widowed. Her husband, Stephen Edwin Nicholson, a former Garland mayor, perished in the deadly May 11, 1927, tornado that swept through Garland. Mrs. Elma Nicholson made dreams come true for many a Garland kiddo back in the day. Her store was a legend on the former Square, as many local children would spend their hard-earned allowances in the store. Their parents would conspire with "Mrs. Nick" to set aside dolls or other toys for Christmas gifts to be retrieved just before Christmas Eve. (Source: Garland Historical Society) You may read the related memoir vignette at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/i_remember_when_13626
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Gauthier Avatar
March 26, 2026 at 2:43 PM
Conjures lovely memories of my uncle's corner store back in the day.
Parker Avatar
February 27, 2026 at 10:30 AM
Taking me back to my childhood, when the streets were lined with mom and pop stores, they were small but filled with joy
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