Farewell to local market
As I pass the now-empty Anderson Place Market, I am reminded of the passing of a local business that will be hard to replace in the community. The cynics will say nothing is forever and as we move along the continuum of life, we know this is true. But that does not make the passing easier to embrace.
These are my perceptions of what it means to lose a family-run business of so many years. It was a place to get stamps, mail a letter or bill, run into a friend or get morning coffee and a donut. What made it different from other convenience stores is the constant familiar faces and time taken to hear a story of a fishing or hunting trip or a loss in the family.
It was also a place for many young people to learn the worth and value of work. It was a place where the young, elderly, disabled and disenfranchised of the community were treated with respect and dignity. I, for one, will miss this place to stop and be treated not as a bottom line, but as a customer of worth.
Like many people, I said my personal good-byes, but I wanted to acknowledge this loss and its impact to rural America, which continues to shrink as large corporate businesses take hold in our communities.