Stepping into the Past

Photo courtesy of Barclay Gibson Photography
Photo courtesy of Barclay Gibson Photography

When I was a child, my mother would pick us up from school every Thursday and we would drive into Wichita Falls, TX to pick up my father’s paycheck.  There were five of us children, four of us lined up across the backseat while my oldest sister got to ride in the front.  Back then, we weren’t aware that seat belts would save our lives and probably save my mother’s sanity.

Occasionally, my mother would surprise us and pull into the Gibson’s Discount Center parking lot in downtown Wichita Falls.  What a treat it was to walk the aisles and discover what wonderful new things had found their way to the shelves since we last visited.  We never made many purchases, but the pure enjoyment of just wandering the aisles was more than enough entertainment.

Finding the Gibson’s Discount Center in Weatherford last weekend awakened the excitement of a childhood adventure.  As I opened the door to Gibson’s in Weatherford, Texas I was instantly eager to explore.  Although the Gibson’s in Weatherford is affiliated with Ace and not quite the same concept as the Gibson’s from my childhood, I still felt a delicious sense of adventure wandering up and down the aisles.  I love the old metal nail bins where you buy one nail or one hundred and you pay by the pound instead of per each.  Even though I didn’t need any nails, I was really tempted to pick some up.  I know that you can find most anything on the internet and I often do my shopping online, but I hope we never completely lose the brick and mortar locations.  It’s a wonderful sense of joy to pick up merchandise and actually hold it in your hands before purchase.

The things I actually purchased, (some tea and an elephant figurine) weren’t particularly unique or rare.  What I really walked away with was a welcome remembrance of a childhood adventure.  The purchases were simply a thank you to the store owners for keeping the store open and allowing me 45 minutes of pleasure, walking the aisles.

Goats, Cars and Rain…

Rain CloudsWorking full time, exercising and maintaining friendships keeps us really busy.  It seems in my family, we are on the road constantly, definitely many more hours than we would like.  Our commute puts us in the car over two hours a day, five days a week.  Weekends aren’t much better, as we are always on the road headed somewhere.

We’ve seen some pretty unusual sights, but recently even I was surprised.  We were driving in a slight drizzle and I was enjoying the sound of the rain tapping on the windshield, when my husband glanced over and said, “He has a goat.”

“Huh?” I asked, thinking I must have misunderstood what he said.  “There’s a goat in that Jeep.”  He repeated.  Now I was interested!”  Looking around I caught a glimpse of white in the back of the Jeep as we passed by.

Glancing back, my husband added, “He’s eating a hamburger.”  Now I had to ask, “Which one?”  Grinning, he said, “The driver.”  Hey, it was a fair question.

Who would think that driving down a busy interstate, even in Texas you would see livestock riding in the back of a vehicle?  With all the traffic, I just wasn’t able to get a good picture, but believe me, I was tempted to wave the Jeep to the side of the road, and ask for the story.

Instead I had to be content with finally catching a glimpse of the goat as the driver moved into the far left lane and passed us.  The rest of the trip was spent inventing scenarios, explaining how a goat ended up in the back of a Jeep, driving down the interstate, traveling across Texas.  A lovely rainy afternoon spent spinning tales of goats, cars and rain.