The Shop Down The Street
For the second time in a week, I visited my town's new bookstore. Yes, my little town (less than four square miles) now has in addition to its multitude of nail salons and pizza places, a cozy bookstore. Its right next to one of three coffee shops that are in the town limits and it's a lovely little place. It's exactly what a neighborhood bookstore SHOULD. Barnes and Noble overwhelms me, this shop comforts me.
I'm of an age when I miss bookstores, record shops, and pharmacies. All of these things used to be in my town, but until this new bookstore opened last week, had gone by the wayside.
I'm feeling a little nostalgic. I wonder how many people remember that there WAS a bookstore in town in the 1970s. I don't recall the name of the store, but I do remember its location, about half a mile (or less) from the new store. On the same main "drag" but the opposite side of the street. The building, as I remember it, was small. It was down and across the street from the little cottage that sold doll house accessories (yes that was a THING), a cottage that still stands and as a gift shop has that same personal feel to it. I can tell you the two books I bought (or maybe were bought for me) that day: Cherry Ames: Senior Nurse by Helen Wells (the 2nd in a series of 27; Cherry Ames moved around a lot as a nurse from 1943- 1968) and John Bellair's The House with a Clock in its Walls. (The BEST of Bellair's books in my opinion and the brilliant Edward Gorey's illustrations scared the crap out of me.)