Old men sat on it’s porch while the women went in to purchased their flour or perhaps hard candies for the children. Walking by, I seemed to smell the pipe tobacco and feel the heat coming from the old cast iron stove on a cool morning. The Brighton, MO General Store and Mercantile now wastes away, just a shell of it’s once vibrant focal point of Brighton.
Kind of an eerie, creepy feel… this place felt damp, wet and yet warm and cozy in Greene County. Probably Grandmothers home where Thanksgiving dinners or Christmas parties were shared so it was left to rekindle memories I’m guessing. I liked the setting though. I had been by this pace many times as a kid. It’s close to a place we called Foleyville where my Great Uncle and his family lived. To the west of this house was a man-made pond and when I mean man-made it had hand poured concrete retaining walls. Most hidden from the road it always sparked my imagination of giant bass just waiting for me to catch.
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