It's been in business since 1831 and after over 180 years they're still going as a family owned business. It's a historic part of the Carolinas, and Carl White pays them a visit.
I've got allot of respect for that man and his family for keeping the store going and tradition alive. I remember a little country store similar to that here in my area but its gone now. I'd go there after school and grab a Chocolate Soldier or Nehi, pack of nabs and a can of potted meat and sometimes a slice of hoop cheese cut fresh. Sometimes I'd grab candy but usually a dill pickle that the owner fished out of a giant jar on the counter. This place had seven lakes that you could fish for $1.00 a day. He had bait and tackle for sale and kept crickets inside at the back and had minnows outside to the left of the door. On the back wall behind the counter you could find anything from a fan belt to Buck knife hanging from cardboard display boards nailed in between old wood shelves. This store had several rows of wood shelves similar to a modern convenience store today but the emphasis was on can goods, pet food, basic necessities like rice, flour and even some fresh local vegetables. At the back of the building was the pot bellied stove wher there were 3 or 4 wooden chairs that the old man who owned the store would often be seated. He'd gladly grab a can of snuff and sit down and talk to you if you had the time all the while spitting into his spit can on the floor. People would fish his ponds and come in and show off their catches. One pond had allot of bream, bluegill, etc. while another pond was full of carp and another bass and so on. The property was large and you had to walk paths that went between the ponds to get to each. Allot of folks didn't even know that there was a seventh pond. It sat up on a hill a bit off the last path and was fed by a spillwell pipe from pond 6. That pond was mysterious. The whole areas was in the country with allot of forest but the woods behind pond #6 were thick and it was said that a bigfoot like creature had been seen there. Indeed, we had several strange things happen in there from howls, whoops, tree knocking, foul odors and footprints but I never saw the thing. That place was like paradise to me as a boy. We would sometimes buy crickets but us boys would often just dig up worms or catch field crickets and when the season was right, there was a few trees on pond #3 that you could pick fat juicy catawba caterpillars off of. They would naturally fall into the water and the fish learned to gather around that part of the pond. You could just about throw an empty hook out and they would bit. Spent a many a day by those ponds, gathering my thoughts. I miss that place. As an older man now It makes me sad to ride by there and see what's left of the old building laying in a pile overgrown by brush with it vintage old gas pump gone and just a concrete slab there. I pulled into the old parking lot and scratched around once a while back and kicked up handfuls of the old soda pop bottle caps that lay in the yard. The paths to the ponds all grown up and hardly viable now. One can only imagine how many snakes, ticks and critters live there now. Tears my heart out to see it like this but I get a calming sense on the other hand when I reflect back on those days.
Love that cross, Missie! My grandma used coal in her wood cook stove ... Here in June of 2022, some of us are looking for the Lord Jesus to come back soon to pick up his church ...
That was just priceless!! I'm just about to leave Southern California for an old General store in Maine! I may not have the family legacy/ties attached but I sure hope to keep the old place going as long as I am! No help. No family. Just me and a pet rabbit named Elwood!
Yes we had dirt roads. I remember Christmas . Yes I agree with you my parents also tell me that they’re watching over me. Tom said his first memory was the Christmas lights
I now have tears in my eyes and can't see to type. I work at a hardware store/ lumber yard that has been in business since 1868, before that it was the place the train stopped, the newest plows were sold and the grain that was ground across the street could be had 20 cents for 5 lbs. I have some old grain bags priced to prove this. The memories run thick but the best of all is being a small part of the lives of people I love, and greet them by their first name when they come through that door. Priceless.
I love the wagons we would always get a wagon for my family we had one red wagon for the whole family. I wonder if it came from this store my father knew Toms family.
Wow, very special. Our Nation today is crap compared to this family and the small town values they espouse. God bless them, we can only hope to get back to this one day.
Were slaves allowed to go in the "general store" and buy things or were they for sale there? That's what the area was like in 1836. I bet slaves weren't allowed inside.
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I was so glad to meet the rest of the Washburn Family. I really enjoyed my visit.
I've got allot of respect for that man and his family for keeping the store going and tradition alive. I remember a little country store similar to that here in my area but its gone now. I'd go there after school and grab a Chocolate Soldier or Nehi, pack of nabs and a can of potted meat and sometimes a slice of hoop cheese cut fresh. Sometimes I'd grab candy but usually a dill pickle that the owner fished out of a giant jar on the counter. This place had seven lakes that you could fish for $1.00 a day. He had bait and tackle for sale and kept crickets inside at the back and had minnows outside to the left of the door. On the back wall behind the counter you could find anything from a fan belt to Buck knife hanging from cardboard display boards nailed in between old wood shelves. This store had several rows of wood shelves similar to a modern convenience store today but the emphasis was on can goods, pet food, basic necessities like rice, flour and even some fresh local vegetables. At the back of the building was the pot bellied stove wher there were 3 or 4 wooden chairs that the old man who owned the store would often be seated. He'd gladly grab a can of snuff and sit down and talk to you if you had the time all the while spitting into his spit can on the floor. People would fish his ponds and come in and show off their catches. One pond had allot of bream, bluegill, etc. while another pond was full of carp and another bass and so on. The property was large and you had to walk paths that went between the ponds to get to each. Allot of folks didn't even know that there was a seventh pond. It sat up on a hill a bit off the last path and was fed by a spillwell pipe from pond 6. That pond was mysterious. The whole areas was in the country with allot of forest but the woods behind pond #6 were thick and it was said that a bigfoot like creature had been seen there. Indeed, we had several strange things happen in there from howls, whoops, tree knocking, foul odors and footprints but I never saw the thing. That place was like paradise to me as a boy. We would sometimes buy crickets but us boys would often just dig up worms or catch field crickets and when the season was right, there was a few trees on pond #3 that you could pick fat juicy catawba caterpillars off of. They would naturally fall into the water and the fish learned to gather around that part of the pond. You could just about throw an empty hook out and they would bit. Spent a many a day by those ponds, gathering my thoughts. I miss that place. As an older man now It makes me sad to ride by there and see what's left of the old building laying in a pile overgrown by brush with it vintage old gas pump gone and just a concrete slab there. I pulled into the old parking lot and scratched around once a while back and kicked up handfuls of the old soda pop bottle caps that lay in the yard. The paths to the ponds all grown up and hardly viable now. One can only imagine how many snakes, ticks and critters live there now. Tears my heart out to see it like this but I get a calming sense on the other hand when I reflect back on those days.
Amazing story.
Please pay the extra buck and go to these stores . Your supporting local families directly. Walmart is killing us.
It ain’t an extra buck
It’s an eyeball and a leg
God Bless Washburns. Thank you all.
Love that cross, Missie! My grandma used coal in her wood cook stove ... Here in June of 2022, some of us are looking for the Lord Jesus to come back soon to pick up his church ...
LOVE IT !!!!!!
Yes I love the braided rugs. We have had them from the Amish country.
That was just priceless!! I'm just about to leave Southern California for an old General store in Maine!
I may not have the family legacy/ties attached but I sure hope to keep the old place going as long as I am!
No help. No family. Just me and a pet rabbit named Elwood!
In just 9 years, this place will have 200 ! years of History 😮
Yes we had dirt roads. I remember Christmas . Yes I agree with you my parents also tell me that they’re watching over me. Tom said his first memory was the Christmas lights
I now have tears in my eyes and can't see to type. I work at a hardware store/ lumber yard that has been in business since 1868, before that it was the place the train stopped, the newest plows were sold and the grain that was ground across the street could be had 20 cents for 5 lbs. I have some old grain bags priced to prove this. The memories run thick but the best of all is being a small part of the lives of people I love, and greet them by their first name when they come through that door. Priceless.
I love the wagons we would always get a wagon for my family we had one red wagon for the whole family. I wonder if it came from this store my father knew Toms family.
Nothing said about how that family has always tried to run everything in that community and the local church
this was very nice. greetings from trinidad and tobago.
Great video, tremendous family and legacy. I am from the west coast what an eye opener.
We had a cast iron stove.
Great video 👍❤️
I remember the canning jars.
I have my own memories of general stores.
My goodness, how I would love to work there. Heck I would volunteer.
🗽🗽🗽👍👍👍💕💕💕
i would love to work here as well as a volunteer i miss the old general stores in my childhood
Yes we had water pumps I know how to prime a water pump
Oh a cider press we made apple cider with my family we had trees and a whole orchard dad said we had 100 variety of apples.
Wow, very special. Our Nation today is crap compared to this family and the small town values they espouse. God bless them, we can only hope to get back to this one day.
Guy’s wearing a rug.
Am I kin to these folks
Were slaves allowed to go in the "general store" and buy things or were they for sale there?
That's what the area was like in 1836. I bet slaves weren't allowed inside.
Times change!
what a bizarre, self-absorbed comment
@@frogfinance4605 You must be from the South...dedicated to fond memories of the old slave days. You are the self absorbed one here.
And also a TRUE COMMENT. Goodnight Karen.
And also a TRUE COMMENT. Goodnight Karen.