I remember walking to town with Grandma, proudly carrying the feed sack we had to match so I could have a new dress, and if she had the money (in the 1930s) she would take me to the little ice cream shop with the lovely white bent metal chairs and white tables. And the fancy ice cream!! All we had in the winter was snow ice cream, when it was too cold to really want it.
Going into town by myself for Grandma's cigarettes..old Blind Man Price could tell by the footsteps who it was coming into his store, and call me by name even before I would say a thing. At that time, way back then, kids were allowed to buy cigarettes for the adults in their familes if the shop keeper knew the older ones couldn't walk into town so easily. And that nice man always put a piece of penny candy in the sack with the cigarettes. (off the record, I've never smoked in all my life.) My one and only smoke was made from corn husks and dried corn silk...the experience cured me!!