tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313029.post7742626543824065281..comments2009-04-15T23:39:50.618-01:00Comments on Vaughanville: The StationBunny McCoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12913508603601958580noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313029.post-54820617869588780912007-05-29T19:37:00.000-01:002007-05-29T19:37:00.000-01:00What an interesting story, Michele. You told it v...What an interesting story, Michele. You told it very well. Loved the photos of the old pumps and the bike -- what a gem! ThanX so much for sharing. It's a delight getting to know you better.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313029.post-41717984641448352462007-05-26T01:03:00.000-01:002007-05-26T01:03:00.000-01:00I love this story Michele! I do business in a sma...I love this story Michele! I do business in a small town that still has a full-service gas station and I try to give them my business as much as possible. You still get your windows washed and oil changed free of charge. Of course, there's a little shop inside for repairs and a candy machine. But a nifty thing is that they come out with the credit card clipboard-thing that swipes the credit card with a carbon so I can pay while sitting in my car.<BR/><BR/>We used to always get a Coke (in a bottle) and a ice cream bar at the gas station on the way to Gramma's house. We had to drink our pop there so we could put the bottle back into the crate and collect our nickle.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the memories.<BR/>JodyGumbo Lilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02747138637571716591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10313029.post-7527969238782813342007-05-23T18:56:00.000-01:002007-05-23T18:56:00.000-01:00Michele,First of all, thank you so much for sharin...Michele,<BR/><BR/>First of all, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts/blog with us. I really enjoyed this post. I kept wondering as I was reading if y'all lived in a house attached to the station, but I guess not. My Great Uncle Eck (Thannie Eckford) had a gas station in Hope, Arkansas and his house was attached to the station. I remember loving to go there and watching the whole operation - the little store inside where Aunt Ethel helped out and the greatest memory was when a customer came in the middle of the night (I don't think many people drove through the night in those days unless it was important), the bell rang, and Uncle Eck got up out of bed to help the man. I thought it all so fascinating. Thanks again for your memories and lessons learned. I know not everyone thinks the good old days were so good, but I think your post tells us there were definitely some things done much better then.<BR/><BR/>Susan in TexasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com