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March 07, 2012

I come from a family of entrepreneurs- my dad had his masonry company, my mom’s parents created a trucking company, my great-grandfather Clifford had an automobile shop and my grandfather’s parents had the Wetiquin (pronounced: wet- ip- kin) Country Store.  I asked my grandfather how the store came to be and he said because of him- of course ;)  His house used to be 2 miles off of the main road down a dirt path located on the Nanticoke River.  When he turned six and had to attend elementary school, the family had to move closer to the ‘hard road’ so that the bus could pick him up and drop him off.  “In 1933, Dad borrowed $800 to build a house on the road.  In order to pay for the house, Mom and Dad decided to build a store with the money they had,” he said.  “It started out 25 feet square.”  Business began to increase and they had to add onto the store, which is on the right hand side.  It was located right in their front yard. :)  (I wouldn’t mind that commute to work everyday!)

“People would line up outside the store on Saturdays for neck bones and spare ribs,” Pop Pop said.  “Hog neck bones were considered a poor man’s pork.”   They carried the essentials- canned corn beef, flour by the sack, corn meal, baking soda, salt, coffee, lard, meats and even gasoline.  Mill’s Meat Company would deliver every Friday from Salisbury and took an order for the following week.  He told me that they used to sell gas from a huge glass globe for 6 gallons for a dollar!  That would make me wait in line on Saturdays! :) “Made enough that we could eat.  I was still wearing second hand clothes til high school.  I was still wearing knickers that went out of style 7 yrs before but they were clothes and they didn’t have patches on them so we made the best we could with them.  The store was self supporting.”

The business sort of died off in the 1950′s but the store stayed open.  My parents actually had the building moved to their farm to preserve it. :) There was only one unpaid account that my great-grandfather had opened for someone.  That piece of paper is still nailed up inside the store.