Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?

I recently came across a book – in fact, I am reviewing the book on Friday – entitled Dimestore. The book is a nonfiction memoir about a writer whose father owned a dimestore in the small Virginia town in which she grew up.

Oh man, I thought. Why couldn’t my dad have owned a dimestore instead of a bakery when I was growing up? Of course, I don’t really mean that because having parents who owned a business that produced scrumptious goodies every day was pretty darn good. But still…..

As I was basking in this good feeling about dimestores, I began to wonder at what age one must be to actually know what I’m talking about when I say dimestore. So I did some quite unscientific research. I sent two identical text messages – one to my 35-year-old son Court and one to my 13-year-old granddaughter Adelaide. Here is what the text said:

Research question: If I talk about a dime store, do you know what I’m talking about w/o looking it up?

I heard back fairly quickly from both of them.

Court: No idea. I assume it’s like a dollar store?

Addie’s response was shorter, but more repentent….

No. Sorry.

I will be honest, however. I was pretty sure Addie wouldn’t know what a dimestore was, but I thought Court would know. And, based on his answer, he could figure it out. Dimestore v. Dollar Tree? Inflation?

But I guess rather than comparing it to a dollar store, I would describe it more like a much smaller version of Walmart. And much more fun simply BECAUSE it was smaller.

In Columbus, where I grew up, we had not one, but TWO, dimestores in our downtown. One was called Scott’s Dime Store. I think that one was locally owned. A block further down our main street was Woolworth’s, another dimestore.

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Of course, during my formative years in Columbus, our main street was the only game in town. There was JC Penneys, Montgomery Ward, and a whole bunch of smaller locally-owned stores and cafes. Columbus also had two bakeries on our main street, one of which was the Gloor Bakery, and the other of which was the other bakery, which name we never spoke. Of course, Woolworth’s was a national chain, but we didn’t know that at the time. It was just another beloved dimestore, but one that included a lunch counter with much-sought-after booths by the window for your cherry coke.

Since my research suggests that non-baby-boomers are unfamiliar with dimestores, I will explain. Dimestores were (are there still dimestores in existence?) stores that carried a little bit of a lot of things at a reasonable price. Our dimestores carried things ranging from tennis balls to gold fish; from penny candy to sewing notions; from school supplies to kids’ shoes. Oh what fun it was to just wander into the dimestore and browse the aisles.

Scott’s Dime Store is where I bought my grandmother afghan kits that included everything necessary to make a ripple afghan. It is also the location of an incident about which my grandmother spoke the rest of her life. When I was 4 or 5 years old, she and I walked the two blocks between her apartment above our bakery and Scott’s Dime Store for reasons I have long ago forgotten. (It wouldn’t surprise me if the only reason we went was to kill time by browsing and perhaps (probably) to buy some candy. All I know is we were half the way back to her apartment when she glanced down and noticed that I was barefoot.

“Oy yoy yoy Krisily,” she probably said because oy yoy yoy was her universal term of surprise or frustration and –ily was added to every one of her grandkids’ names as a show of affection. “Where are your shoes?”

Oh boy, I thought. No clue.

So we walked back to Scott’s Dime Store and went up and down each aisle until we finally located my shoes. She put them back on my feet and I received, of course, not a single scold from her. In fact, she possibly bought more candy.

By the way, as another arm of research, I asked Bill if he knew what I meant by dimestore. He, of course, knew exactly what a dimestore was. He pointed out, however, that they called them 5 and Dimes instead of dimestores.

Big City shoppers!

14 thoughts on “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?

  1. Today’s chain drug stores like Walgreen and CVS remind me of the old dime stores. I’m often surprised at the variety of goods you find in them.

  2. Great story. I love the lost shoe story…some kids are just like that (my youngest for example). My mom used to talk about eating lunch at the counter at the dime store. But now that Bill said that, she may have called it the 5 and dime. It was Greater Kansas City after all….

  3. I loved browsing the toy aisle. I was a young age when Mom would allow me to walk to Scott’s by myself to peruse the toys. Happy memory. I forgot about those afghan kits!

  4. A great post! I always went for the jewelry aisle. Bling. Some things never change. We called it the 5 and dime too. It was almost as fun as going to lunch with Jennie last Saturday. Almost.

    • I forgot about the jewelry. I’m sure I purchased many a pair of earrings at one of the dimestores. And Jen said you guys had fun at lunch.

  5. Woolworths was my favorite. For a buck I could get the latest Nancy Drew, look at the goldfish and jewelry, and get some of those pink domed coconut candies on my way out. In my tween years, it was a strawberry soda or lemon coke at the counter.
    From the photo, it is obvious that Neilsens was selling Chevys at the end of 13th street.
    Thanks for the memories!

  6. I am 38 and I do know what a dime store is/was. My mom talks about them frequently. I also grew up going to some ancient little towns in Nebraska that still had dime stores when I was little. So much fun. Woolworths was in its last days in downtown ft Collins when I was about 3 and my grandma used to take me there.
    Loved your story and tidbits about your grandma! Fun post!

  7. So many happy memories of Main St , Columbus . And of Grammie and her expressions, of course! Loved your retelling of the lost shoes story.. I remember that one! I don’t know if I have missed a story by you of Grammie walking us to Glur’s Tavern from the house at 10th St. for ice cream cones? I remember she took Becky and me but don’t remember if you were yet old enough .. If I have , please direct me to it…

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