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A Blast Into The Past
by Cheryl Gipson
10/27/05
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A Blast into the Past!!! I recently made a trip to Columbus, Texas to see my daughter. I returned by traveling west of Fort Worth to pick up several cases of the most wonderful scented candles, which I was selling at the time at wholesale prices by the case. Somewhere south of Paducah, I found myself in a stretch of land that looked like maybe I had driven into the past. The wind was blowing like a hurricane and red dirt swirled from the ground upward like small tornadoes dancing across the pasture land. There was no one in sight. Miles of lonely road loomed endlessly before me. Rarely did I see another vehicle enjoying the same scenic route. Being a person who gets sleepy while driving, I always indulge in sunflower seeds to stay awake. That of course requires water, coke, etc. In turn that calls for frequent “rest stops.” Anxiously anticipating the next “town,” my eyes searched the horizon for the sign of a water tower that would indicate civilization. There were none! Just, wind, dirt, and lots of two-lane highway. Suddenly around the curve, I found myself approaching what appeared to be a convenience store in an old storefront building. There were a couple of other old buildings lining the road. No place to eat, but at least I could have a “rest stop.” I climbed out of the car and went inside. A couple of teenagers were filling coke cups. There was a nice lady at the counter where they went to pay for the drinks. Asking where the bathroom was she pointed to the back of the store. “They are out back,” she said. This concerned me as I remembered my Grandma’s bathroom “out back.” That was not exactly what I had hoped for. I quickly recalled the spiders from those days along with the heat and the outdated catalogues. Anyway, I proceeded to walk the distance around the side of the store to the back of the building. Then I saw “them!” They weren’t actually wood with a half moon on the door but it appeared that it might work. As I stepped inside I was thankful to find that the fixtures were modern though covered with dirt. The wind whipped around my face. It reminded me of an old Clint Eastwood movie where just the man, the dusty prairie, and a seemingly deserted town were all there was on the face of the earth. The music was all that was missing! I guess I am spoiled! Debating whether to proceed with caution or leave, I made a decision to stay, so I turned to close the door. It was gone!! There I was, me...the fixtures….the dirt...and an open doorway facing the two-lane road I had just left. How on earth was a lady suppose to powder her nose in a place like this! I had to chuckle and reconsider. Being in such a deserted little spot, I decided to try the room next door marked HIS. There was a door on that one! I could powder my nose, be gone, the hens could lay a few eggs, and the cows come home before anyone saw me in the wrong “outhouse.” I slowly stepped inside the door. This could work! At least there was a door! Or so I thought until I turned to shut it and the thing fell off the hinges!! I busted out laughing! Where in the Sam Hill was I? Did the Lord even know where this place was?? Back inside the store I told the clerk my story. She informed me that if I broke down, there would be no one to call for help. I believed her! Guess that is why the doors are off, there is no one around to fix them!! If you ever travel that direction, I suggest you prepare for a blast into the past. It sure reminded me of long ago, in another world, maybe near the same place. In spite of it all, I really thought the little place had a quaint type of western charm. It worked for me but I don’t suggest it to ladies of prestige and refinery. It just ain’t that comfortable so most folks might prefer to stick to the Interstate. Me, I just may go back again and take a hammer and some hinges. After all the scripture says, “whatever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might!”



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