There was a day when every rural American town had a General Store. At these usually family-owned and operated institutions locals could post a letter, catch up on the latest gossip, gas up their trucks, and pick up everything from a hundred-pound bag of livestock feed to a quart of milk.
I wonder how many of these places exist anymore. Martin's, a general store a few miles from my parents' rural New Mexican home that dates back to the 1930s and boasts a beautiful tin ceiling and authentic Old West false-front facade, just closed this past August.
Now the 1,300 or so residents of El Rito, a farming and ranching town that attracted Spanish settlers in the early 18th century, have to drive about 20 minutes or so to pump gas or buy a newspaper.
This isn't the case of a local being driven out of business by the arrival of a big chain store; word has it that the owner of Martin's closed shop so he could enjoy his golden years. The building is for rent. But what with the current state of the economy and a Wal-Mart within a 45-minute drive, I'm doubtful that the place will reopen anytime soon.
El Rito's kind of a quiet town. Traffic along its one main road does pick up during tourist season, when visitors make the drive for the award-winning green chile stew at El Farolito, just across the street from Martin's (I highly recommend the red chile enchiladas as well).
But the other night El Farolita was quiet (though the red chile sauce was as good as ever).
And meanwhile Martin's sits empty, its shelves still -- strangely -- half-stocked, a shopping cart in front of the check-out counter, looking for all the world like a store in one of those horror movies about the plague that befalls a town and, within half an hour, kills off the entire populace as it's going about its daily business.






When I spent a summer singing in the Adirondacks a few years ago, there were "general stores" in most small towns we drove through. However, they were without exception kitschy and touristy, with all sorts of made-in-China knickknacks alongside local handicrafts and fishing gear. I guess that's one way of ensuring survival, but it's a far cry from what I understand the general store used to have been.
That said, some tiny towns in rural New Hampshire still have them -- I'm thinking of one in Lyme, NH in particular.
Posted by: Jennifer | 2009.11.06 at 00:27
a sad but beautiful post...
Posted by: a | 2009.11.06 at 01:22
sadly the same thing is happening to our milk bars here in melbourne! hauntingly beautiful photos!!
Posted by: 3hungrytummies | 2009.11.06 at 12:17
I have taken road trips to the Smoky mountains and driven thru many small towns. I like driving on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It is so scenic and easy to drive. One of the towns which I thought is quaint is called Blowing Rock in NC.
Posted by: Meng | 2009.11.07 at 04:32
This sure is sad! My dad used to own a store just like that, but he decided to close about 7 years ago, worked as a manager in a local supermarket now, he doesn't complain, and I am sure hes happy but it took some time for the folk to get used to the change- and it is a hazard to drive every time you need something.
Posted by: truck rental | 2010.01.01 at 00:58