A friend and I were talking the other day about the little community stores that used to be such a gathering place for small communities. When I was a little boy, the old Burge Store at Compton was still open. I would sometimes ride my bicycle there on Saturday mornings to visit with Hester Burge and get a candy bar. Hester would show be around the store and let me look at all the neat old things she had there. She knew I always wanted to be a teacher, so one Saturday morning she gave me a big box of chalk to use on my little chalk board at home. The chalk was packed in what looked like pencil shavings and came in a white cardboard box. She could not have given me anything that I liked more at that time. I was a pretty excited little boy riding my bicycle back home that morning.
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