The feed store was right on the main street in Bristol. That was always a fun trip to get feed for the animals. They had so many interesting things in there like boxes of rat poison with a picture of a really ugly rat on them.
After Dad paid for the feed, we had to back down a very steep driveway that used to scare Mother, she never liked steep hills. That old 36 Plymouth was a workhorse, we still had it several years after we moved to NJ. It carried everything from feed, animals, people, and even scrap iron.
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