Pages 6 & 7 of the Crandall History Book, 2000.
Thoughts By The Wayside
Written by Vera Coburn- a past Crandall Schoolteacher
In a recent echo, a neighbouring town had its history in rhyme put down,
So before Crandall doth vanish away, I'll tell you a story if I may.
For twenty years it was Carlingville with a little school out on Mark's hill,
Then the train came along and Crandall began. Imagine five elevators if you can.
And a main street, as busy as could be. Right up to the year forty-two or three.
There was Walker's, Schoch's and the lumberyard. Cliff Lyng's shop and wares that
Just one store now in the Royal Crown Bank, the oil shed is gone and so is the tank.
Doc. Fraser's office and the telephone booth, a sorry sight without any roof.
Coburn's warehouse went out of town, Joe's barn and the station both torn down.
Todd's store burned and also Jack Clark's, Next was the shoemaker's and Bolton's Meat
The boarding house now stands there alone, a woe-be-gone figure made of stone.
A passenger train is a thing of the past, trucks and cars go just as fast.
The post office now, funny but true is almost where it was back in '82.
The church is there yet, as good as can be, but with only one service now instead of three.
The old schools in 18, consolidated but, the vans then are far outdated
So big buses run to and fro, on roads that are high to shed the snow.
To the big centre, tis' progress they say all little hamlets have had their day.
We were independent, we raised our own food, we had lots of fuel and clothed our own
Now who wants to garden or milk and old cow, who wants to weave or who wants to
We are living in luxury, yes it is true, but if hydro should fail, just what would you do?
Memories of the Old Country Store
Johanna Ter Wee
When thinking of the bygone days, I remember the country store...
The friendliness, the homey scents, the warmth and so much more.
There would be homespun humour mixed in with the things we'd buy,
There were golden rounds of tangy cheese, a ball of string on high,
Vinegar barrels, cider, and coffee beans to grind,
Butter molds and calico. .. most anything you'd find.
How the stove would puff and glow as winter twilight fell,
And there were chairs nearby inviting us to sit a spell.
Many were the stories swapped while toasting chilly feet,
While the grocer filled the orders and tucked in an extra treat.
A penny seemed a fortune then clasped in a child's warm fist.
In those days for a penny, you could choose from quite a list. . .
Peppermints, jelly beans, rock candy or licorice sticks.
It took some time deciding if to buy one kind or mix.
And now that modern stores with cold efficiency hold sway,
Thoughts often turn again to dwell on scenes of yesterday.
And fond memories delight the mind when we vision once again
The hub of our existence... the store as it was then.