Recently
while in North Carolina, George and I took a sojourn down the road and headed to Layden’s Country Store. Bound for homemade sausage and hoop cheese,
we struck out for Belvidere. It’s a gem
of a place and the hub of activity for half-dozen or so counties. It’s got it all. When we pulled in, the hunter’s outside were
gassing up their boat for a day on the water.
Dressed head to toe in camouflage, they were already spinning
tales of the day’s booty. A bell
jangled over the door as we pushed it open into the inviting space. “Hi ya’ll,” said a voice from behind the
ancient cash register. “Come on in.” The smell of wood
smoke, sausage cooking and well- oiled floors floated on the air and the whole
store just sighed “stay a spell.” It’s a
pure slice of American and I’m afraid a fading landmark. We stocked up on hard to find
staples….special items we wanted for the holidays. Sausage, hoop cheese, saltines, cinnamon hard
candy and glass bottled coke filled our bags when we left for the return trip
to town. What a great way to spend the
morning, quite an adventure.
I always did love country life. (You know I was born on farm.) Must have it in my veins.
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