*** HOLY SHIT! I found these pictures from my childhood! Very cool! ***

[SKKY]

My Grandmother owned a ranch about a half mile from this place in Cochise, Arizona. This was in the late 70s, very early 80s. I spent most of my summers between there, Tucson, and Las Vegas. When I stayed with my Grandmother, I'd walk to this very store and just hang out. What amazes me about these pictures is that it's pretty much exactly how I remember, but without the chairs and couches that used to be out front where me, Heather, and Slim (The only person I ever met who was born and raised there) would sit outside and count the number of cars each train had as it went by. But mostly, it's about my Grandmother, who died 5 years ago this month. I miss her tremendously.

[Gormy Cuss]

1. It's weird to have a blast from the past like that, isn't it?

What a neat place to visit.

[SKKY]

2. It's very weird. I was trying to find it on google maps...

...and it doesn't even show up. But there was a website that mentioned it, so I clicked and found these. I'm suddenly feeling very nostalgic.

[laylah]

3. Grams are such very special people...

Do we ever stop missing them? You counted the cars of the trains? Actually, a pretty awesome memory.

[SKKY]

4. Yep. We would sit there, drinking coke out of the little bottles...

...and count the cars on each train. The funny thing about that store is that those horse ties on the front were actually used quite often. In Cochise, I think most people drove tractors and rode horses before they could drive cars. I rode "Dandy", one of my Grandmothers horses, there quite a few times. Tie him up, strapped on a bag, and chilled at the store. Sniff, Sniff...

[NCarolinawoman]

5. I have often read that it's the simple things from our childhood that we miss the most.

Not the fancy trips we may have taken in our childhood but the simple things like your sitting on the porch and counting trains. :) Of course this is all tied in with an apparently loving relationship with your grandmother.:) Got to have that love in there somewhere.:)

I miss fishing with my grandfather. We would take out a rowboat and we'd put bread on the hook because I told my grandfather I felt sorry for the worms. We NEVER caught anything! It didn't matter. I still remember him letting me use one oar (it was all I could handle), and the boat would go around in little circles. He would laugh. He was SO good-natured.

[applegrove]

6. Memories.....